Those two lines,  Were indeed the signs,  Of my greatest joy.    The phase ahead,  Was difficult to tread,  But, I did enjoy.    The result was a bliss,  As they planted a kiss,  Motherhood, Ahoy!! 

Hug, Comforts one Like a warm blanket, Soaking itself in our tears And soothing our wounded heart and soul Photo by Marco Bianchetti on Unsplash

Inspirations plenty,  Gets us thinking abundantly How to interpret, how to present,  Oh! Plethora of confusions never seem to end.  Finally, when thoughts get the words,  Right, apt, a poem Is born. 

Poet's Heart beats At the sight Of mother nature. Thoughts get chiselled into verses, Through words so magical, mystical, serene, soothing.

Away from family, friends and cozy home, They withstand the severe heat, rains, wind and storm. They put their lives at stake, to save the nation, And it is because of them, that we breathe free. Air, land,...

Thoughtful thoughts take solid shape (7)  When words nurture, nestle them so well (9)  Poem pose with rhyme, rhythm (6)  Stories speak about grit, glamour. (8)  Poet's pen, works wonders, (5)  To refresh, recharge, calm, cool. (7)  Verses, make mind...

Days and nights, Oh! filled with shrill cries didn't stop, despite several tries, Oh! I can't, came the mother's sighs With teary eyes, with teary eyes.   Photo by Markus Winkler on Unsplash

We gain Nothing in war But, pain.    Cold blood Flows freely like A flood.    Cries fill,  The air so cold, And chill.   Photo by Hasan Almasi on Unsplash