My First Delivery
My first delivery
I t is my first delivery from womb
I am touching my child with proud and love
It is beautiful and extra ordinary to me
It’s smile and weeps takes me to the peaks of
wonder
It may be weak or lean
Gold it is and it is my wine to all my worries
It may walk and talk slowly It is my Jupiter
My shelter may be in a slum
i felt very proud as a mother of an emperor
His every cry reminds the orders of an emperor
His plays with air and sky
says something about his future endeavours
He gives me a title ”mother’ and
he vanished my ill name ”issue less”
H e is my prince and my Lord
as long as he is my son in this world
I will feed my milk with glee
to grow as the mightiest man in this world
I will train him to walk and talk
to become a leader of this world
I will work for him to make him as my excellency
For all these
I expect a hand full sand to my tomb
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