The womb they say
carries the child in a way
nurtures the baby all through the days
lets out a full-grown child in play
a lovely child in the fray
looks pretty and fresh all gay
as happiness spreads in full form
lightens the faces with great charm
the parents beam with pride in calm
the cries of congratulations echo in norms
that be the delight of begetting a new-born
the part the womb plays is of great chance.
Meenas Poems 
One reply on “The Womb”
Child birth continues to have risk which we fail to consider sometimes.