Where does the most precious life exists?
perhaps, it is the life inside me
creeping and crawling, it persists
i can profoundly feel but cannot see

The little tender life takes a slight turn
perhaps, inside me it has a home
dwindles his toes, yet not ready to run
its body is just like a soft foam

The tiny toddler fills me with hope
perhaps, hope of love and compassion
which will end all my sorrows
and engulf me with overwhelming passions.

It is a gift- wrapped and enveloped
perhaps, just like a cucoon.
i feel myself so blessed
awaiting for it to sprout really soon.