Treasure Island

indira babbellapati

(visakhapatnam, india)

' A Poem For All Men and Women! '


Woman,
Demean not your body
Given to you
For a divine purpose!

Woman,
You're not mere body, though!

A soul's passage
To an earthly sojourn
Is no spitoon!

The hips
That hold life secure
The breasts
That nourish growth
The body
That bears the world
Can never be a play-field
For the undeserving
For those who look upon it
As a booty to loot!

It's not for measly men
Who price it at their whim!

Woman,
Ridden with pain
Your body is a celebration too
Woman,
Your body is a unique creation
To house creation!

Submitted: Thursday, June 23, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, July 06, 2011

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  • Luc Leclaire (7/21/2014 5:06:00 PM)

    I like this poem for its spiritualization of the body, so often under the brunt of objectification. (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilkins (6/13/2013 11:25:00 AM)

    a lovely write about woman. she is the cradle of the universe. without her there would be no civilization. Honor and respect her. nice words. (Report) Reply

  • Rekha Mandagere (7/5/2011 5:18:00 AM)

    True honour and dignity of womanhood is pictured in lovely rhymes. Nice poem :) . Thanks for share. (Report) Reply

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