Standing all alone today,
Laughing stock, I am to the world,
Trust me that one fine day,
My bundle of joy will arrive to the world.
Your tiny little toes and fingers,
I’ll get to touch one day,
Your cutest cries and laughter,
I’ll get to hear one day.
The journey of nine months,
Will be treasured forever,
Thinking you as burdens,
I will never.
I’ll have fallen for you,
Not knowing your face and gender,
The day I get to carry you,
It’ll be a wonderful thing for me to ponder.
You are a dream for now,
A dream come true you will be,
I may not be a mother now,
God’s willing, one day I’ll be.

Vasugi d/o Baskaran