Love To be A Creator

It is bliss and pain
paradoxical in sense 
seen  much in none other
than creation.

Birth is the noblest.
where joy overwhelms 
the suffering retreats 
once the baby arrives.

Writing follows, mind
pregnant with ideas
struggles to deliver.
Once done it is  happiness 

Experiments lead
to discoveries. Expected
and unexpected results 
promise prosperity.

The bud unfolds.
Not a task it might seem.
The flower is exquisite 
Graceful phenomenon.

Love to be one among these,
a mother, a writer, a scientist,
and the lovely flower. Assuming 
either the one, demands
skill and  undue patience.