TWIN POEMS ON PREGNANT SOLITUDE
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The New Dweller
It has happened!
In that brief union of sperm and ova
The new seed has taken root
It hides in the gurgling security
Of a strange cave, working at its formation
Taking time to form one whole piece,
Imagine! Even this tiny seed works!
Red ribbons, little pink frocks,
Twirling of tiny fingers in the fertile air,
The wails, the washing of stained napkins,
I don’t know whether I want them sometimes.
And yet, I long to hold a part of me
Separate yet united, different yet bonded.
Fun and Play
My days stretch out without an end,
Every hour an incessant wait
For an occasion to celebrate
Each minute an expectant time
To freak out on a ‘period less’ life
All I do is sit, squat and sigh
Awaiting a moment, SOME moment, to let go
To get freed from the constraints
Of a bulging womb and fears,
Tiny ones, wage wars in my mind
Even as I wrestle with changes in lifestyle,
No this, no that
Very much of this and a lot of that!
Honestly, I had thought the whole process
Was fun and play!
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Hi shail, both the poems are beautiful.
B.
Thanks Beyniaz. I am glad that you liked the poems.
really cute poems ..very well describes the thot process
Thanks Priti. Glad you liked the poems.