That
It was an old tiled house that I was born,
My mother grappled to give birth to me, That night was the worst one for weself Which made my mother as a rebirth, All the family members accursed me a lot, But I was very cheerful to come out,
From the dark fetus fluid sac of womb, I condemned myself for not doing any crime, That gave her the greatest punishment, Thank almighty fo making me and her alive, God sent millions of angels to the globe, Who had given birth many innocent infants, No wonder for me to praise her patience,
That she maintained for more than ten months, Though she was fond of eating fondants, She never dined that was not divine for me ,
She sacrificed a great deal of things for giving birth, That I couldn't compensate in the life, Verbbring into the world was a worthwhile, That depended upon the worthy of a woman,
Where was the mercy to come from for myself,
I had no doubt,it was given from her genes, Could you save the sacred feminine gender?,
That guided glory to the womanhood.
Copyright © Balasubramaniyan Venkataramani | Year Posted 2023
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