For a minute’s pleasure, <br />To bring out a treasure, <br />She suffers an ordeal, <br />A painful truth and real. <br /> <br />She eats the choicest food, <br />Not for her self own good, <br />But for the one in sleep, <br />On a floating bed, deep. <br /> <br />She carries the weight, <br />But feels it very light, <br />Not minding the kicks, <br />Or the occasional pricks. <br /> <br />She dreams of a future, <br />A part of her real nature, <br />To think of a life support, <br />In that, secure a rapport <br /> <br />Does she rest for a while? <br />Nay, her day’s schedule, <br />Endless as it runs in length, <br />She finds no time to breath. <br /> <br />The end of this episode comes, <br />That day happy she becomes, <br />When she delivers the child, <br />That all these days she carried. <br /> <br />In the pleasure of the pain, <br />A Mother only can remain. <br />Her role in the God’s creation, <br />It’s, no doubt, second to none.<br /><br />Rajaram Ramachandran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-pleasure-in-the-pain/
