(62) The mystery of Birth is eluding.

(62) The Mystery of BIRTH is eluding.

The hospital wards resound with sound of groaning,
Consequence of hard labour and grumbling,
The smell of blood-soaked cotton and medicine pervading,
the sponge-like child is born wriggling shrieking,
every step from the womb is measuring,
The mystery of birth is eluding,
the anxiety of the visitor is annoying,
arrival of the new-born is cheering,
with the new visitor to this land is quite interesting,
Mother’s blessed smiles kissed are lasting, lasting,
the proven emblem of bonded conjugal love is lasting,
but not for parting, parting, parting.