Carrying Its Pains Its Peace

Imagine the pains of a mother's sacrifice Imagine the smiles of mothers so nice Imagine a dead banana tree Can you feel when you see For creation gives life as its price! Carrying child for forty weeks by mothers Carrying universe by Him, for light years Poet carrying thoughts of ideals Hopefully carrying the unseen morals All are painful and sources of tears. Who shrinks in the burning sweating sunlight? Who drinks the showers of milky moonlight? Something in the molten heart! Shell! Carrying pearl of art! Ahead are sweet dreams of a night. Carrying someone in thoughts brings a sleep So much peaceful and so much deep It may be his frustration But he lives in imagination That doesn't exist, can carry and keep. Wish him smiles of a happy mother With infant, looking proudly at the father Eyes speaking, it's your naught From womb I haven't brought Your child, my child, my ideal rather!