Child, My Own Child! Comments

When even dream is so sweet, how sweet will be the reality! ! ! ... only a woman can know. CP

interesting poem, great work thanks a lot for sharing

the excitement is best known to the pregnant. It’s bulging out though the one who caused it is still behind the curtain, gone probably. Leaving me in newly built ‘mysterious’ path A path that no one dares to tread, To adopt, and to feel the change. But happy is the soul with bulge. It’s increasing, probablypeople can see

Child my own child Nurturing in my womb Ever since I got consciousness. Ever since my senses started interpreting things. Things which appeared one thing at sight And another in mind. It is still in my womb but with slight progress; it’s bulging out. Bulge; though, still too small to be visible But to keen eye..... What would be more enjoyable than these lines, Believe me, It is one of the great poems I have read in this poemhunter...Excellent expressions....No words is sufficient to praise this one....great job.

wow..it seems to me a love song for a cute child.. the way you presented him or her your love is fantastic and soul touching one.. hey, you seem a realistic and your thoughts are reality based.. love this type of poetry and hope you never stop writing poems.. appreciate your words.. and the way you write..10/10

A beautiful poem of motherhood.. Thanx for sharing..10

Nice strange poem...Giving birth to a child or a poem both are the same dreamful and motherly experiences...But why to make it Hunish? Why to make it an assailant?

o what a poem dear poet! Carry on..