A Pleasure In The Pain? Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran
A Pleasure In The Pain?
For a minute’s pleasure,
To bring out a treasure,
She suffers an ordeal,
A painful truth and real.
She eats the choicest food,
Not for her self own good,
But for the one in sleep,
On a floating bed, deep.
She carries the weight,
But feels it very light,
Not minding the kicks,
Or the occasional pricks.
She dreams of a future,
A part of her real nature,
To think of a life support,
In that, secure a rapport
Does she rest for a while?
Nay, her day’s schedule,
Endless as it runs in length,
She finds no time to breath.
The end of this episode comes,
That day happy she becomes,
When she delivers the child,
That all these days she carried.
In the pleasure of the pain,
A Mother only can remain.
Her role in the God’s creation,
It’s, no doubt, second to none.
your words have powerfully brought out the sacrifice and pleasure of motherhood. and it flows with rhyme like the endless love of mothers.thanks a lot for writing this.
I love the way ur poems flow it reminds me of a flowing river that never ends but just gets bigger and bigger
Culmination from girlhood to womanhood to Motherhood is like a chain reaction…and it is normal…and nicely presented... Ten dr.sakti
women...they bear...take care... they are patience personified here the veteran poet has once again brought out a well thought out meaningful poem.
a beautiful poem revealing the feeling of motherhood, you made me nostalgic when my daughter was born...
You have a perfect understanding of motherhood. I admire your ability to express this experience so beautifully. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 6:23:56 AM # 1.0.0.1119
wow! You have very beautifully captured the divine phase of motherhood in all its colors. Indeed mother is God on earth! In her we find peace, happiness and comfort both when inside her womb and outside as a child. What a feel it is to think of her even!