The Bond stronger than super glue
Along with emotions that dropped a clue
She is mine, she is Divine!
She is an Angel!
She is all that is me and mine!
She was born bearing the seed…
the seed that is now me……
Maa! Mother! Mama! Ammi! Amma!
She came to the world withholding me
within the wraps of her infant frame
The foetus that brought forth a self same
Amazing is Almighty’s beauteous game
Each mother bears a foetus so same
The ownership and belonging that stretches far
From grandma the seedling evolves at par…
The lineage of the whole came in small part
And made me the woman on the earth chart
that grew up to emulate the mother….
and her mother in the process….
And I give birth to my daughter….
who carries within her tiny frame….
A daughter who continues the chain
Yet they look forward for bearing sons
A misconception of the legacy game
Many women have faced the blame
Of giving birth to daughters – Oh! the angels tame!
Wake up Oh! cruel wicked world….
of Asian descent where injustice reigns
against the women who bear no sons
The womb is connected from strength to strength
The bond gets thicker as the day ends
The loss gets bigger as the seed pot – the mother ….
leaves the world and gives life a bend
The fruit is plucked and separated from its root
becoming a root to bear more fruits.
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