If I cross-examine myself -
Is there something that intoxicates me?
With no hesitation, I announce
- it's motherhood, motherhood.
The earliest complacence my mother set forth-
The steady three decades and seven years with no reform,
Well for my kinfolk too;
She posits the perfect exemplar.
The afore years nurtured me,
to welcome our blessed daughter -
And we named her – Nanditha.
The happy memories of my past!
Applause after applause;
And birth giving is no more a suffering.
Palatableness, manifestoes motherhood;
And the C- section painfully painless.
I felt exalted-
Nippling down your thirst.
Blood pours in every vein;
Right from toe to brain.
No matter, my sleeps are on and off-
Food I engulf in irregular intervals.
Not having a formal sitting in the dinner table;
And no more cozy hours in front of television.
You grew up along with me;
And I grew up along with you.
Realising in the wake of every morn-
I been you and you been I.
And we both represented motherhood.
And I declare to the world,
It's my daughter that intoxicates me!
It's my daughter that intoxicates me!!