Life is a mysterious word. This phase thats between Birth and death is wat defines who we really are.
Birth as we call it, is the beginning. The very reason for our existence though very biological, its Love that brought us. Blessed are the beings behind the creation. The two unite to manifest Life. And its the woman who incubates its essence.. Her happy sweet suffering of carrying life is precious.
The kicks, the litttle crawls are her moments of delight. She takes the labor thats tantamount to the highest pain one can withstand, just to get a breathing being to the earth. Welcoming the guest by taking all anguish and pain.
There's a women in every phase of life,
Mother,sister,friend,teacher,wife.
Respect and love is wat she deserves,
Not whistles and comments.
She's a human with a soul,
Not just meat with the shiny skin,
-Savio
