The shrill cry of the newborn
Infuses new life
Within the bogged down young mom
Wearied and shattered
Swollen and bruised
Past suffering the long hours of labor
Like a dream come true
The most-awaited bawl
Dissipates all weariness
Makes her feel victorious
Overwhelmed and
Full of wonderment
With the strange power of Nature
And
At her own capacity.
In the manifestation of a tot
The bundle of joy
Is a bounty from God
A boon.
She feels sanctified
Bringing a new life
Into the materiality
No less a miracle for her
It’s only a woman who can conceive
And bear the baby in her womb,
Irrigate with her blood,
And usher it in the elements
Salute motherhood!
well versed and beautifully expressed.lovely read
Thanks Nalini.