In love's sacred bond, we stand,
Years gone by, with empty hand.
No tiny feet, no joyful cry,
A silence screams, and tears deny.

Cultural expectations weigh us down,
Family ties, a pressure profound.
"Barren" whispers cut like a knife,
A painful truth, a lifelong strife.

Workplace whispers, sympathetic stares,
A constant reminder of unfulfilled cares.
In-laws' pressure, a burning fire,
Parents' hopes, our hearts' desire.

The ache within, a hollowed space,
A yearning for a tiny face.
Traditions passed, a heritage dear,
Longing to leave a legacy clear.

But still we...