The Blissful “We-hood”!

When life hoists the motherhood flag,

The toughest a path,uphill is the task

Perched on to guilt,‘to-be-done’ ever in the foil,

Even if I break my spine in the turmoil.

Tiresome days when time stands stubborn

motherhood feels blessed with strength

when the blanket of support is lovingly clenched parenthood is adorned and gracefully embraced

ill the child,finds his father beside

surreal it feels,even tears fail to hide

with a heavenly smile,she thanks the divine

For she sees herself as the world’s luckiest bride!

It’s no more I-hood, a journey never lonely,

Welcomed to our lives,”The blissful “We-hood””!

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