Oh happy days, we chide the voluptuous <br />memories began by youthful inclinations <br />the gleeful hours not wasted beyond, <br />easy way nor hard-knocked plays. <br />The temblor matters not, terribly <br />shaken by promiscuous advances: <br />the lust within not abandoned <br />by whims burst into ventured array! <br />Ah! It sets out free the weight bounded <br />on and on, closer than it were old. <br />On days of labor, she cried the unwilling <br />song began by moans and censures- <br />but, it was too late looking back <br />behind the closed curtains of woes. <br />The pains never cease at will nor ordered <br />by the command of nature or so- <br />thus, the expected cried hard <br />and embroiled ceasing silence by cant. <br />Oh, why this beauty of procreation <br />hound every way of living days beyond! <br /> <br />On days of growth and trimming by <br />the whims began to show alluring- <br />the painful days forgotten and faded <br />another plant cropped in tow... <br />When will this trade of angels come not <br />this material world turning and glow? <br />Even those at odds giving their share <br />and every thing are tremored disarray! <br />No wonder, the plentiful harvest drained <br />no share given nor share to behold. <br />On days of compunction, we chant by <br />the hyperbole of songs and praises- <br />and hysterious hygiene of woes <br />stalked the hustles and panting prays... <br />Thence, the culprit of it all shied away <br />hostily humming in cheerful quest <br />and tearing down the torrid walls <br />with a pinch of dusts blown instead! <br />No reasons of thoughts can allure <br />the nature's gallows, a galant stand fall.<br /><br />Gil Gregorio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/birth-pains-to-the-mothers-of-the-world/