With every passing moment - my heart began beating.
All I remember is the smiling face of my son-
He caught hold of my hand and whispered to me
I wish to see my father and brother-
A pure act of love.
Within few minutes it so happened- my son passed away.
I lost my son, not born in my womb,
Carried him in my heart as my own till his last breath.
Fought long and hard for nine months-
To bring him back from the sinking stage.
Shouted and grumbled at God.
GOD fixed my pain with soothing words -
'I want my son back, I want him to be seated in my kingdom'
Yes, I got the strength to accept God's action.
Just as I talk to God, I talk to my son,
Blow him, hit him and hug him with a mother's affection.
To the whole world, I say- Any woman can be the mother
Of a boy or girl if he deserves it.
Words from my heart and dedication to my son.