Shayari Bazar

Mere happiness is not the song I’m singing:Of mothers’ joy a jagged piece is pain.To love is to be amply burdened, bringingHearts with gifts to an uncharted plain.Even so, one longs to be a mother,Remembering a richness unreserved‘Ere one could barely recognize another,Sustained by love unsought and undeserved.Deeper than oneself is one’s communion,A revelation reached alone by unionYet yearned for, though through years of love well served