On Becoming A Mother

This day a few decades back.

 I was just out of college,

Right out of my examination hall,

A few months over twenty-one,

Holding my mother”s  hand,

I walked into the hospital.

  

  

Biting my lips,

Squeezing my hands,

Trembling with fear

Squirming in pain,

I got into labour.

  

 

The Gynaecologist  is  at work,

Engaged in the process,

My mother  pats my head,

As I endure the pain,

While going through labour

 

 

It is a girl, cries the Doc,

Nay, it is a boy,calls the nurse,

As the baby glides through, 

I smile in exhaustion,

 While  I  hold my son close .

 

 

 He is a pinkish hue,

With a velvety black hair,

His bright big eyes

And dainty lips

Make me swell  with pride.

 

 The day , this year.

My son, though a man now,

Is still  a babe to me,

I love you  so much dear!

I send my  bounteous blessings

While you  .celebrate your birthday 

Miles away from me.