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Where air is polluted, Where water is polluted, Where food is polluted, MAHA EXCELLENT SIR YOU HAVE covered all aspects of a womans desre to give to her loved child but you just forgot a minor world Where air is polluted, Where water is polluted, Where food is polluted, where today's population is worse than polluted ntolerable tis it isn't it

Beautiful poem Shows the beautiful nature of poet :)

beautifully presented the warmth of motherhood.........everything changes when she becomes a mother......................

What a poem! Thank you for sharing it, I am very grateful fo reading it, all the way to the last word, I was caught in the beauty and love that a father gifts the child, who, when the time comes, will have a child to gift love and the story repeats over and over... Yes, life is not easy, from the first moment we need to strugle to survive yet on the road we learn how to fill it with love and smiles. Your poem reminds me of the feeding my baby, that full connection being one of the most beautiful moments of a mother's life. So I could guess that the isolated corner may have a great meaning.

A woman finds fulfillment in being a mother! Her life which had many other pre occupations gets solely focussed in upbringing her little one... the blood of her blood and the throb of her heart! Enjoyed!

How beautifully you have drawn the complete picture of a woman's motherhood!

Beautiful poem on life of a woman. Motherhood completes the circle. Loved the last lines.

A lovely poem on the life of a woman, Impressive and attractive.

A lovely ballad of a lady from her arrival on earth to being a mother in five stages. With small and minute detailing it was very enjoyable to go on reading.... very nice it was.

Birth to bridal - like a gardener of the plant watering caring - but human life is so delicate that we all know..one thing always knocks me Allah has given patience to female world that they live in a single life in duality..leaving own house and going in new unknown world to make unknown as a known and known slowly melts in mist of tjhe time ..nice thing you put here and i am reading in this site hope first time kudos

It is a great tragedy for any girl that one day she has to leave her own house where she is born and brought up. When I listen the song, 'Ab ki baras bhej bhaiya ko babul' my heart is filled with pain. But more interesting is that the same girl make her own home and her father's home becomes common to her. I loved your emotional thought.

Excellent. But here the word Excellent is not so enough. Its a story of a little girl who later became perfect mother. I love to read it. I read it with rapt attention. You are a great poet.