The Womb

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.