How beautiful art thou,
O regal bud!
Bloated with fecund whelps
She's the Spring,
Bulge with copious foliage
Of neonate lives.
Restock Earth's sphere,
With their euphoric essence,
As the pacific,
Astir with aquatic splendor,
Earth's thirst unsated tarries,
Shrivel 'n' die then be
A field laden with lush pastures above,
Within her bowel,
Inhume, inestimable treasures.
From a bloated cocoon,
Blooms a beauteous butterfly.
So does the bloated bud,
From the cocoon of maternity.
My dear little bud,
Into motherhood blooms
With fluttering wings,
Radiates every hue infused in the sun,
How beautiful art thou?
Oh wondrous sight!
How gracious thou art?
Oh sweet blossom,
Bloated with bud!
Ravagingly radiant is thy sight
Oh my lady,
When thou hast bloated with child!
You're far beyond compare,
Oh regal bloom!
You far exceed all rubies,
All scales 'n' balances break
Nothing created competes with thee,
You're lunar in all her glories,
Illuminally attired with Aurora
Nay, she's night candles, winking at us
Oh she's the sun bloated with warmth,
Radiates new lives tucked into her golden touch
She's the paragon of pearls,
A citadal of arcane beauty,
Shrouded in an enigmatic phenomenon,
Entrenched in a mysterious sublimity,
Wrapped in the core of wisdom,
Yet a riddle none could fathom
Once a tender bud,
Now a full blown bloom
'Cos such's the nature of life.
Buds doth bloom,
While it's of blossoms to wither 'n' fade away
Awestruck was I,
When I beheld my blossom bloated with bud,
How sublimely magnificent hath thou!
She morphed into a gorgeous flower,
When Solar's lips kissed her tender petals,
She yields her wondrous whorl
Into an astoundingly stunning blossom of motherhood,
She's an aster vessel of genetic foliage,
A custodian of our immortality,
She sails through life's ocean,
With a censer, to disperse d genes
Sown in her from yore's past
On the fields of fore
She ensures the continuity & survival of our species
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem