Womb Paradise Poem by Sphoorthi Padmini Rangarajan

The withering womb,
Cried a loud and outburst;
Holding and breathing my breathe,
To welcome the love trust;
To the unseen, unheard world of,
Beauty, care and love;
Realized my love lost trust,
Arranged for the crush;
Of the new life in my life,
Unfortunately no tag of wife;
Pain of pleasure increased in vain,
Now banished and bane;
The stretcher bed pulls the stretch marks,
My cry falls dead on ears and the mouth barks;
I nourished and nurtured my womb,
With love stories buried beneath the tomb;
Sadly washed out in the hospital room,
The promises and the oath taken;
Under the holy cross,
Makes no difference of my loss;
The mother in me with the hands pleading,
Not to kill my life yet bleeding;
For sure my love with sign of relief,
With no more hassles and grief;
Looked into my eyes,
Not bothered if I die;
Yet another morning, another sun rise and another life,
Just need a woman beside not a wife;
Flamed eyes looked in despise,
For the sake of false fame;
My life within me made a sacrifice,
How can a betrayer in love ever know?
The value of life growing within the Womb Paradise! ! !