Have been a mother, will I be a mom?

Whilst the squalls, ‘have been standing tall

Concerned for others, kind of mum-to-all

Once I want to kiss your divine arm

Have been a mother, will I be a mom?

‘Glistening’, I think, how would that be?

Feeling about you growing inside me

I often roll my fingers over my womb

Have been a mother, will I be a mom?

To hold and touch, to chase and clutch

To stroll and teach, to raise and rush

To name you “my devil thunderstorm”

Have been a mother, will I be a mom?

I turn back when someone yells “mommy”

I answer the calling as if it’s your humming

Spell bound by it, all stress is at calm

Have been a mother, will I be a mom?

Happiness would be a bundle to wrap

To have a playful you on my lap

You’ll take birth and I will be born

Have been a mother, will I be a mom?

Madly stare the kid-zones’ toy

Wish I had oozing tears of joy

All this longing has been the norm

Have been a mother, will I be a mom?

© Juhi Gupte