“And as you will,
slide through,
your cocoon,
from my womb,
you shall,
leave all your,
qualms back,
in that tiny room.

For my body,
is not only the
vehicle,
to evoke,
your life,
it is,
now your right.
My dear child,
my hands,
to hold your finger,
show you the right,
and never leave you astray.
My voice,
to whisper,
in your ears,
‘I am there, always’
I would not,
be the best,
except my love,
would be,
the purest.
And as you,
slide through,
I promise,
that regardless
of life events,
I will shower you,
with spiritual strength,
with immaculate health,
with intellectual excel.
Because I confess,
I might not be the best,
except my love,
would be purest.”

Jasleen Kaur Gumber