THE UNVEILING A POEM

THE UNVEILING

Not in the sense of the sufi babas
An unveiling that every being experience
The living beings
An experience that the unveiled is not normally aware of
A unique experience that all mothers under take
A command from our lord we all fulfil
The agents of this command are the parents
But who bears the most pain in this delicate journey?
These agents obey what has been ordain
Yet some will discount it has just an animalistic act which result in the unveiling
Many tried but resulted in nothing
A humble beginning it is
A pain for a long period
Between living and death it takes
Yet, the task is undertaken
THE UNVEILING

The difficult task is performed by our mothers
The sleepless nights
The discomfort throughout
The change of shape and taste
What an experience it is!
The final journey before we are unveil is marred in pain and love
Love for life and fear of death
Love for the new arrival and fear of losing both the passenger and transporter
A fear ingrain in us by nature
The unknown feeling
What is the most important profession mankind has?
I say motherhood and you say what?
All other professionals are unveiled by a mother
Yes a mother, joke with them not
Adore and love them
Look after them and care for them
Womanhood, not a weakness but the very essence of us being unveiled
Our route to this life, our end is different
My prayer goes to all expectant mothers, unveil that sweet being safely and OK as well
Be proud that you are a mother, president you bear them, kings you do also
Tycoon, you looked after, who is more qualified than you?
The unveiling

A journey that we all went through, how fable we are, arrogance, not suited for us
God look after us all, till we met you