EBBS OF THE WOMB

                 Every lazy mind, I presume not always a devil’s workshop,

                                   This famous quote is rewritten, for my cause for sure,

                                   Yours truly was ruminating for some time and in a hop,

                                   A sudden click, yes, the cliché is ready, the title is here.

 

                                   Every man is indebted to a woman, sans an iota of doubt,

                                   Was in the elevator for a while, suddenly the power is gone,

                                   Amidst the darkness, I spotted an Indian lady in her womb,

                                   A fetus in her trimester phase, breathing in a heavy tone,

 

                                   A momentary darkness, Alas! my poetic wings in aplomb.

                                   Darkness, all around the womb, Oh! with an embryo inside,

                                   Common spectacle everywhere in the world, all the same,

                                   I was in America then, her husband, my relative and aid.

 

                                   Confided in secrecy, will have a daughter in a month’s time.

                                   Thoughts went weird , Oh! the women hood brew yet again,

                                   Double x chromosomes  stirring up the ultimate truth,

                                   Men provoke, stir the desires, women carry the burden.

 

                                   Rule of nature!, agreed, the rest is worse and mammoth.

                                   Converse can never be true, even in the word of address,

                                   When man gets away from woman, woes only literally exist,

                                   Such is her mastery over men in word or deed, we can guess

 

                                   Monthly bleeds  horrifying and  many, forget the gestation,

                                   From the menarche to menopause, her body in mutation,

                                   Personnel discomfort, professional nuisance all in emotion,

                                   Relieved when she is carrying, fresh come in slow motion.

 

                                   Amenorrhea helps, hyperemesis lets her inside out in return,

                                   Breaks down oft,  body and mind in a sacrifice, for whom?

                                   Indeed none can answer this query, motherhood  truly divine,

                                   Profitless venture, yet a thankless adventure, all wholesome!