20 APR 2017 AT 1:03

My first home was my mother's heart,
For I resided in it without any fear,
When most faces were sad on girl's birth,
She opened her heart and kept me near.

She was the first to feel me within her,
Fluttering, kicking, somersaulting inside,
Feeding me through her umbilical cord,
It was the safest place where I ever reside.

Her smell is the best smell in the world,
Her face is definitely most beautiful too,
The world might make her fun for spots,
But even those spots I love and woo.

- ©अंजुमन