Birth - a boon to the long-awaited eyes,
Sometimes a door to never-ending griefs.
The pangs of the womb cease never,
Until the new seed turns a bower.
Born a life as the apple of her eyes
And as the gleam of many hopes.
Each footstep is a breath of bliss,
Although some bring despairing sighs.
An insecure cry bringing smiles
Is a marvel that's infinitely alive.
Ignore not the rills of tears she carved
Ere the day graced us with smiles, broad.