Womb Paradise--A Poem
The withering womb, Cried a loud outburst; Holding and breathing my breath, To welcome the love and trust; To the unseen, unheard world, Beauty, care, and love; Realized my love lost trust, Arranged for the crush; Of the new life in my life, Unfortunately no tag of wife; The pain of pleasure increased in vain, Now banished and bane; The stretcher bed pulls the stretch marks, My cry falls dead on ears and the mouth barks; I nourished and nurtured my womb, With love stories buried beneath the tombs; Sadly washed out in the hospital room, The promises and the oath taken; Under the holy cross, Makes no difference in my loss; The mother in me with my hands pleading, Not to kill my life yet bleeding; For sure my love with a sign of relief, With no more hassles and grief; Looked into my eyes, Not bothered if thee die; Yet another morning, another sunrise, and another life, Just need a woman besides not a wife; Flamed eyes looked in despise, For the sake of false fame; My life within me