She is flame,
Nonefears she;
Endures scorching heat,
And cold at murky night,
Yet no gesture of agony;
Flames up on spark,
Don't blame her,
She has baby in her womb;
Her arms are supple,
Yet strong enough to give refuge,
Oh ya, it's her instinct,
Protects and nourishes future;
She is mom, she is woman,
All love to endorse;
© Sadashivan Nair
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