Kwaah...Kwaah..., No one to notice me
From inside my mom's belly
Angrily I kicked and kicked and kicked
Aaah! mom got pained and pained
Pushes started to put me out
Preparations were on to pull me out
Enough bored inside the tummy
Waiting to be out to see my mummy
Having dreams about my parents
I started creeping into my transits
Step by step mom pressurized me
Steadily with all her compassion for me
Poor mom! 'ma! I'm there for you'
That's all I could murmur
I was fast reaching the world anew
In thirty minutes' rush I landed. A wonder
'Boy' midwife cried! 'Ha, I knew it'
I was handed to Daddy the great
'Welcome sir' Daddy said. I 'Kwaah'ed in shy.
the TRAUMA of birth! now am confused whether to address you as SIR or Madam! [L0L] -shree
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree with you Indira...you must be a boy to your your proud parents...just as my daughters are to me....please read my new poems called 10/10 and Merry Xmas