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””!