Day-3 OctPoWriMo-2019
Prompt: Womb
Form: Free verse
Participating in : OctPoWriMo-2019
Prompt: Womb
Form: Free verse
In the soft
folds of my being
Lies a universe
A universe,
a life-giver, a warmth provider
The strength
of existence shelters in its shadows.
It is the “Shakti”
An abode of devotion and creation
Life
revolves around it
It breathes
and tastes every powerful emotion.
Sometimes
worshipped and sometimes ravaged
It has
cradled humanity bearing the echoes of pain.
It has
brought joy in the form of my own image
I am the force of this powerful piece of flesh.
It has
become, a tool of choices I make
In the past
and present and the shriveling future
The
universe of my being will survive every fire.
Participating in : OctPoWriMo-2019
How true! Beautifully expressed, Sunita.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Punam :)
DeleteNicely said. Odd how we women are often reviled for processes that are perfectly natural and, in fact, necessary for the life of our entire human race.
ReplyDeleteVery true. In a patriarchal world, the womb becomes the first casualty.
DeleteIt is a wondrous organ that women possess. You did honor to it in your poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much :)
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