A Poem On My Breasts - 1 Poem by Kaniamudhu Shanmugam
A Poem On My Breasts - 1
A Poem Written on My Breasts
- Amuthamozhi Mozhi.
My body when born was a tiny little
loose water bag of trsnsparent tissues
My breasts were flat like little coins with a dot in the middle
As I grew I breathed with lust
the air of energy
Multiplication of cells....
Accumulation of protein....
Sedimentation of fat...
Rolling Ball pumped with air I became
My limbs and body grew wilder and bigger
Little lemon sized my breasts grew
My shirts got greased near
for I kept pressing it hard least it's noticed.
From ten onthe bitterest sweet attraction they became
whoever crossed me were all eyes on them.
I stood before the mirror
Dayafter day....
Night after night....
Scared of sleeping
Watched at the rapid growth
And the opulence of my breasts
Least minding my fearit grew and grew
Till it became a little ball shaped
Very soft and rosy to touch
While bathing and dressing....
The dark brown nipples adorned gorgeously
With it's tip glowing brighter and fresh like a tulip
My breasts each seem to bearthree circles all arrangedperfectly as the misty circles behind the full moon
I pride not at the beauty of my breasts for the agony laden deep and dark in my soul that pricks even today
While much muchyoungerat times never ever knew it would grow
when pinched and squeezed by known wicked hands
My physical pain being predominant
I sobbed wept and mourned
None seemed to notice my wretched tears that welled up andtrickled over andwet my rosy cheeks
In fear of pain and shame
never did I reveal it to anyone
Which I dare to do now.......
Feeling free and fearless
28.11.2018.
This verse on My is a simple poem. It speaks of the feelings of a girl as she grows. The bodily changes cause a traumatic experience in her. I'm going to compose many more poems on this topic. Stay tuned. Thanks.
when pinched and squeezed by known wicked hands My physical pain being predominant I sobbed wept and mourned None seemed to notice my wretched tears that welled up and trickled over and wet my rosy cheeks i reveal my pain and shame now....... a woman's heart, here desire, her pain, her sorrow which no one knows. you hve brought it up in a poem. thank u dear poetess. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Rolling Ball pumped with air I became My limbs and body grew wilder and bigger Little lemon sized my grew My shirts got greased near for I kept pressing it hard least it's noticed. sincerely and openly writing about the expression of growth and the feeling of femininity. thank u. tony