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.