Inside Mother

Inside mother I dream a child Some of the things seem very wild Being unwed The thought drops dead Yet it is desire Someone may accuse me with satire But I go my way And think it is right way My hand moves with kindness Over head and face Those curly hairs make me feel excited I see it as mother and happiness is sighted Where will I find such nature? Of being mother With attachment so dear I lend ears on ground to hear The child's cry draws my attention Here I openly mention In side mother becomes live Ready to share and in life to survive