To the Childless Mother
Having a child is a blessing and not by efforts or will and wealth
Neither by only health and strength
It’s like the air that all the time blows
Towards any direction it pleases, it blows
Having children is fun
But comes when it is timed to come like the sun
Man is not responsible if it decides to shine or not
Of course, that authority, we have not.
Let the barren live comfortable in the midst of their trauma
I even urge them to stay out of the realm of that trauma
Have fun and dine in the world you can make a heaven
Barrenness does not disqualify one from going to Heaven
Neither is it a defect of becoming a mother
A needy child you pick will definitely call you mother
And of course it is your actions and care that make you a mother
Remember, not all child bearers are mothers
The care, love, affection, protection and upbringing of a child make mothers!
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