Offsprings not consenting, heaven still chooses.
And picks a womb that never refuses.
As a maiden's request for a child,
Meets heavenly courts with smiles
Two gifts bearing great weight,
Each equally called great:
A nurturing breast holding the future,
And a child prodigy growing in stature.
The growing lad in strength.
And a mother's rationed meal at length,
Mix to form sacrifice and love.
And greatness hovers above.
In all the searches done in and out,
Finds a bond that rarely wears -out.
And If all the world is gained in sweat,
Then this maiden deserves it's treasure chest.
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