The Woman Called Me Poem by Satabdi Banerjee
The Woman Called Me
I am a woman of passion
I love to the core,
Only if you could withstand
A rush and a blow.
I die each day,
Again I live
To the sweetest music
Encraved in bore.
I welcome with blossoms
Yet have scars to show
Show me if you can kiss them,
Or make a go!
I am a woman of passion
I engender a glow
Knitting both creation and fall
I relish every sore.
In finest depths
Of my veins i flow
An ignision
Is all to show.
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5/1/2024 5:30:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow Satabdi, a great poem shared here, it would charm your readers for a century, for a Shatabdi too. I woul love to quote my favourite lines, I welcome with blossoms Yet have scars to show Show me if you can kiss them, Or make a go! Thanks for the poem.10+++++++++++++ for it. Subhas