Forty weeks in the womb
Gently resting there
A new life comes out of its room
And breaths its first air
The tiny hands & little feet
Now welcomed in this world
The first cry that sounds so sweet
With Love & Care unfurled
Infant eyes yet to see
And the soundless yawn
A wonderful moment could ever be
When the baby was born
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem