Her inner call

Acknowledged for the pain  she endured ......
Respected for bringing a life that is  pure....

Recognised for putting up with the hormones playing havoc inside her ....

 She confronted what not to have this beautiful gift beside her...
The baby blues that are so real.....

willingly or unwillingly,she  embraced them all  for the high of feeling so  surreal....


Fighting with all the brutality of the childbirth...
Gasping with joy and boundless mirth....

Amidst all this ,she tried hard to penetrate her gaze to the sky of oblivion
Seeing her dreams being crushed into pieces of a million .

She was calling this girl with an unknown frequency...
It was her own self escaping into some frenzy....

As the girl blurred past her higher and higher....
She held onto her with a heart filled with hope and desire.....




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