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!
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