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My Little Miracle

Updated: Oct 5, 2024

By Priyanka Dave



Dark, dreary rainy day

A cloudy veil envelops the sky

Thunder, lightning, and a tempest arose

A storm brewing inside me close

Endless questions,

Endless allegations,

Endless expectations,

Cries of clouds sheltering my tears

I wonder when the rainbow of my life will shine !!


Hoping for empty arms to be full

Dreaming heartbeat for an aching heart

Incessant one pink line

Punctures the balloon of my hope.

Days-on-days, Weeks-on-week, Months-on-month,

The rising of HOPE & falling to REALITY

Coiled me up into a cocoon

With feathers of hope

weighed down by the burden of reality


With a tough mind, fragile heart

With heartbreaks, meltdowns,

Amidst the broken pieces of heart

Found the peace, the unwavering faith!

Silent cries, teary smiles, broken soul

Found its destination

My storm also had a rainbow

Only the colour of it was

Two blushing pink lines


Believe or Deny

Declare or Silence

Ceaseless choices

But, My Life, My rules, My choices

Believed, Declared, and Celebrated!

My longing like the fall of season,

Now prepare to celebrate the arrival of spring

Thump-Thump of li’l heart from Doppler

Ended the long-lived curse of my longing


Concocted for 9 months

For a miracle to happen

The miracle that arrived with a bang

And manifested himself through

Nausea, swollen feet, Heartburn,


Pains unveiled itself

From joints, back, and legs

Every pain has a purpose

Mine was the purpose & strength of my life


At last! Wait over, Prayers answered

10 November 2023

Witnessed my li’l miracle

Ten little fingers held my hand

Experienced love even before the first sight!

From fear of injections

To seven layers of skin being cut!

A Child's birth!

Also, the birth of a superhero

A Mother, her love, her strength!

Proud to be ONE!


By Priyanka Dave



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