12. The Motherly Touch

Motherly Touch

She brought large numbers
In the world
Direct from the wombs
With abrupt ceasing of turbulence of pains
Like forest fires dousing in torrential rains
New-born’s first Motherly Touch
With her caring hands
Wrapping them in soft attires
After freeing them of their bands
Some peeped in her eyes
With their first solo cries
Like first rays of emerging sun
Blushing into the open skies
Assuring them with her smiles
Offering them to the laps of their dear ones
Her first contact with these new ones
Fulfilled her innocuous desire
Proud and sublime
As if she was the creator
Though she had none
Of her own one
She had a faint wish to lullaby
But no ….
She was again ready
To open the doors
Awaiting her caring hands
Direct from the wombs.