I'd hardly sleep the whole night.I'd sit up admiring her beauty and the peacefulness in her own world.She'd sometimes wake up in the middle of the night and cry.I'd feed and rock her and she'd happily doze off to sleep once again.I sometimes wonder what sort of dreams she'd have.A fairy tale world,I guess.Just like I once had,so many fake ones.She'd possibly have a miniature version of it.Sometimes,Kabir,Meghna or the others would accompany me and would leave once it gets too late.I don't let them stay up too long cause they are either busy with the household work or with the cafe.They might be tired and I don't want them to lose the rest of their energy on taking care of the child.
She lay flat on her back,her legs unable to stretch completely.Her hands lay wide apart and her mouth hung open a little,increasing her cuteness all the more.
I got up from the bed,as silently as I could and turned on the table lamp.I took out a notebook and began to write.
Being a mother
The moment I knew it, My face bloomed bright and lit. A tiny soul is what I bear now, I thank the Almighty there above. Days and months pass by, My love for you,I'd never deny. I I nourish you with love and care, Now you are a baby whom I bear. One fine day,I shout in labor pain, Thought all my bones would melt and drain. The final scream as you came out, Tears of joy,without any doubt. Longing for you to play in my arms, For you I'd bear again the pain of labor cramps. Your rosy cheeks and tiny toe, A million princes would come and bow. My little beautiful fairy you are, With you,I'd travel my life afar. Being a mother is a beautiful feel, As your child flies like a joyous teal.
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Blinded by love
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