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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem