As she lifted the baby, the enormous outbursts of emotions, couldn't be contained as tears rolled down, the joy of being a parent was too profound!
As she lifted the baby, the enormous outbursts of emotions, couldn’t be contained as tears rolled down, the joy of being a parent was too profound!
As the baby opened her eyes She couldn’t see her mother near. But the unknown eyes looked at her With love and compassion not felt before!
As the lady and her husband looked at the baby, They could feel the rekindled emotions That made their hearts skip a beat And longed to hold the baby in their arms!
Their frequent visits got them closer In their hearts, they wanted to be together. But the rules laid down by the society, Delayed them from becoming a family!
The same society, which views a lady with skepticism When she is unable to birth a child, The same society, which stresses on having heir, The same society, suddenly seemed protective Of the little being who had a chance at a better life!
Crossing all the hurdles, in due course Convincing the near and dear ones With the strong will to not lose the chance To parent a child, which is indeed an honour!
As she finally, lifted the baby in her arms The enormous outbursts of emotions Couldn’t be contained as tears rolled down, The joy of being a parent was too profound!
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