Romance, romanticised

a poem by Vasupradha Vasudevan

There has bin in the past,
The glory spread throughout!
Each soul came from it
But none knew it’s own?

It feeds its new born,
It laughs when it does,
It breaks when it cries,
It dies when it does.

From, dusk to dawn
It awakes to hear-
The slow mellowing of its kid
Nevertheless, its sleep is smeared!

But yet at times,
The empathy is high,
For the world, to cherish
It is that angel, divine!

From tots, to giants,
All are born from it.
Nothing, in the universe,
Can replace motherness!