Be it a box?
Rather an oval enclosure.
Embracing tightly.
Bidding much comfort.
Yet so utterly dark.
Sheathes of profound quietness.
Save Her subtle whispers.
To rid an unrest.
A connection ensues.
More like jugular to brain.
Or like lid to the eye.
A state of mutual emotion.
A bond unequalled on the rack.
A feeling synchronised.
Betwixt Embryo and Mother.
The end be nigh.
The journey to maternity.
The hidden is made seen.
A meeting destined.
As burden is melted in smiles.
And sighs sunk in relief.
The tears and the wears.
The hopes borne in fears.
Stucked with unknown friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem