And when the little kick sets in,
Let it remind you that the little one has chosen you.
To let you both hear the giggles, make you sing the lullabies and help you gaze at the globe of happiness.
For I've never seen you this beautiful, tender and strongest.
You are chosen to be blessed with motherhood!

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Bloomed flowers does entice.
It's color; it's scent!
In celebration, all present!
Momentarily dancing;
In the vase, in the breeze,
In the hands to please?
Giveth to the beloved!
Smothered by the bodies, right below the sheets.
Days after days, slipped out of gaze.
There lies it all!
Scentless and withered.
Some stomped, yet carried; by the soles of her shoe.
Some chosen to be frozen; preserved in his pages.
Scentless yet vivid, enough to ignite his mind!
Oh mind! Taketh by the beloved!

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At the end, we all are kids; lost in the pages of expectations and delusions.

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Why is it hard to love back with the same energy, when it is easy to show retaliation more than they receive?

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bloom


I believed in the energy.

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life would have lost it's true meaning.

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the moments I spend around 10 months inside the womb!

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I hate loud noises.
I hate the yelling, throwing, terrifying stares.
I hate unwanted arguments, waking up to see those.
I hate being stuck, I hate not talking.
I hate the silence which stops me from singing.
I hate the lives' meaningless being.

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you planted in my heart. It bloomed in the month of September when you touched my soul. It's dated forever.

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We all are stars; trivialising ourselves, in search of something superior without looking within.

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