Once I thought,
To write a verse
On the grandeur of
Motherhood!
I kept sitting,
Wondering,
How to start
And
How to end!
Ages have passed
My hair are, now gray.
I'm still holding the pen,
Time is yawning,
Paper is still blank.
Finally, I drew a circle
And wrote
Motherhood.
For, like a sphere,
It neither has any beginning
Nor any end...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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