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My womb story- “baby pattu”

Geared up to clutch your fist,
Eager to possess you live,
Curiosity mounting up building fantasy sphere,

Summoning you as my “baby pattu”,
Feeling blissful as in cloud 9,
Numerous changes within,
Even so the moment I touch my breadbasket,
Notion comes to intellect is my marvel.

The purest, novice, direct placed in my middle,
To fatten you was my only mission,
Dreams full of you were just in my vision,
Purple you with this foetal movement,
Makes more enthusiastic to hold you live.
❤️❣️

Welcome to this world my little angel