An Ode To My Worthy Womb Poem by Namita Rani Panda

An Ode to My Worthy Womb
O faithful friend of my existence!
Till eleven summers life for me was a garden of butterflies
Only at twelve I felt your irritating presence
A useless chamber of flesh, a nagging annoyance
Root of countless constraints and baseless blames
An unbearable burden, a curse, as if a shame

O harbinger of my sprightly spring!
With you heralded a new journey tender and sweeter
When my innocent childhood softly melted with girlhood like ice in water
You cramped and bled to assert your existence
And roses bloomed on my body and face sparkled like a lotus

O core of my womanhood!
Every month a red river freely flowed within
Wiping all debris for a new beginning
I turned to an earth with a new dawn
Having every month my own renewal season
As in fall crimson leaves fall from trees
So that new buds can dream of a splendid spree
My heart sang a soft hymn of the cycle of life
A celebration of self-discovery, empowerment, a unique vibe

O pacifying pool of our passionate desires!
You unfolded in me a rich tapestry of womanhood
Where cravings melted like snow on earth to sprout saplings for good
In the path full of flowers and thorns
You're ever beside me my never-failing companion.

O' cradle of my sweet dream!
The safe shelter of our dream and hope, the sacred shrine
You sweat and bled profusely to shape our lifeline
You bore unbearable pain for nine months without grumble
Though kicked and sucked, you stretched and torn bearing throbbing troubles

O my weary wobbly womb!
You bore every storm without a sigh
You served me well that I never deny
A sanctum you're where seeds of tomorrow grow
With a heavy heart I bid you adieu
Your work is done, separation the only option
For making me what I'm I offer you my deepest appreciation

O my loving worthy womb!
I earnestly pray for your peaceful rest
Life spent with you was undeniably the best
Sans you an incomplete statue I'm
A significant signature you're, not at all a shame
Every beat of mine sings the song of your scarred story
Of your supreme sacrifice and sacred glory