Love is nurtured // Hafsa Mateen

When you first came  to my,

Desperate arms  it was,

not just that I came to know,

the emotion of “love” can,

sometimes be humanoid.

But I also realized  the happiness,

behind all the efforts,

 One gives to nurture this love,

with every bit of flesh and blood.

To let it bloom with even a single, drop of calcium left in bones

To think of it in sleepless nights  and those food cravings,

While fighting nausea in early mornings to sustain the breath,

 and then to harvest it by bearing,

 an immense deal of pain,

yet I am not the only one,

who went through this all to illuminate my life with that little spark.

Love is nurtured // Hafsa Mateen

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