In life’s level crossings

Mischievous my two eyes

no more listening to me,

sneakily look at someone

I am not expected to see

 D' day I met d' some one

 raced my heart throbs,

defying all stern behest

eyes went uncontrolled

Feet too turning unruly,

overlook my destination,

drag me again and again

to a lonely obscure zone

Got shoved beyond limits

Jumping fence and walls,

our palm lines may match

also zodiac signs and stars

Hands do refuse to obey

not bound to my dictate,

stealthily pluck flowers

flouting no-plucking act

 Want to stretch front wards

for reception, for a hugging,

if mutiny is order of the day

of course I’ve to say nothing

Mind growing wayward

furtively wishes to flee,

to a forbidden fortress

with a restrained entry

Feels the one a caged bird

truly eager to set her free,

fly in chariot to a real mate

with whom it desired to be

All my disobedient guys

too naughty yet amusing,

overtly try to keep me lively

in my life’s level crossings

Ought to give birth

Agony of labor,

stigma of unwed mother

both together,

create turmoil in mind

of a diverse kind

They say d’ bond

between child and mother,

grows more stronger,

the more d’ pain of labor

Can’t bear d’ pain,

don’t want to suffer

an epidural a bliss

for a painless labor

Natural birth,

a painful event

I berate a dragged out labor

Its my right to choose,

no one can interfere

Evidently my duty to rear

a baby born out of wedlock,

fully on my shoulders

surpassed by family members

Must go on my own,

I’ve no support system

I handled pregnancy all alone

no help, no advice ever given

In me a mini life

 calmly trying to settle,

no event to be belittled

It’s a divine wish,

I’ll permit it to flourish

if a God given gift

casually can’t terminate it

It ought to survive,

all set for a mental turmoil

a tiny bit of living flesh,

I have no right to spoil

Fear of pain not to deter

can’t creep in hesitancy,

not going to get rid of it,

a scope to enjoy pregnancy

An easy labor my option

 be an epidural or c-section,

a painless labor people dislike

but none can dictate,

 it’s my right

Wish to formulate a drug

to ease out labor pain

for a natural child birth

fear need not engulf brain

Maddening motherhood

appears too frightening

but an adventure

delightful and thrilling,

accelerates heart throbs

I’ll be a mother,

 not lacking in love

A full term brilliant baby

I’m sure I’ll have,

of a genuine complexion

can guess its genetic pattern

inherited from either parents

my presence of mind,

and his intelligence

one day a smart guy

will thank parents

for inborn smartness,

an enviable IQ score

a cumulative effect of genes

to it got transferred

A star from heaven,

to be a superstar on earth

A genius offspring

can’t disown

ought to give birth

Right outfit to make me smart

A blank look skywards,

with an elevated chin

I often think,

 can I get a precise blade,

 to shave me clean

Healthy fresh food,

 to stay slim and trim

Right face cream,

 to look ever green

Achieve optimum level

trust my swift wings,

all acts to keep young,

forbid mood swings

Moving lips, quivering

 tongue, to trill a song,

for a purposeful life,

 get me pulled along

Exact budgetary buy

 to imply own status,

dress sense to  prove

decent and decorous

For feel good factors

mild dopamine surge,

to amass mammoth

funds, no impelling urge

Not edgy for lavish spend

 no cash crunch to thrive

Job security no concern

can adopt austerity drive

Loans land in debt trap

bankers act as hunters,

to recoup debit amount

engage trouble makers

Vowed, no go for credits,

credit cards hardly used

real hardship truly seen,

 saving done for own good

Change put in vacant cans,

for diverse domestic spent

mended attires never odd

frugal sense seems absurd

Branded items to restrict

no takeout food, mal visits,

no long drives to suburbs,

do prefer public transport 

No to alcohol, not to imbibe

 healthy life style, to survive

a proper diet, not to gain fat,

right outfit to make me smart