Is it a blessing or a challenge
Or both of them finely rolled
Into a status unique and strange ?
A privilege granted by the Supreme Creator
To all female beings on the earth
Making them akin to Nature herself
The one matriarch of all creatures.
She who sows the seeds of life
All over the lands and vast oceans
Rendering this planet evergreen and rich
Pulsating with life and love eternal.
And Oh ! This sweet motherhood bliss!
An emotion bordering on ecstasy
Felt by all having maternal instincts
Be they on land or in deep waters.
But is this joy an end in itself
Or a tough challenge in clever disguise?
Isn't this the beginning of a long strife
Going to last for the whole of life?
That begins with raising the tender infants
Fast as they grow into playful children
Followed by wayward restless adolescents
Till they settle as seasoned adults.
Time goes flying without your noticing it
That they have grown their wings strong
And are anxious to map other heights
In distant skies of their own choice.
Seeing them take their ambitious flights
My heart does swell with a queer emotion
What shall I call it? A humble pride?
Or a bittersweet award in sight?
So what if the nest appears empty
It still is full of fond memories
And gifts of love and care do come
Whenever I feel a need for them.
Reason enough to pamper me
That I haven't failed to do my bit
In carrying forward the chain of love
As the meaning and essence of life forever!