I am a woman, Smitchly broken;
Quirky brains but always well-spoken
On a tilted surface, I lay my sufferings
Deceived by leeches to exits I cling.
I am a woman, Clenched by melancholy;
Keeping everybody, dancing at my feet wholly
A tree of responsibilities held up against my wall
I tremble over stones they want me to fall.
I am a woman, I'm plagued red each month;
I'm crippled with anxiety and hard as camel's hump
I confront death to give birth
All the torment in the process I lurk.
I'm a woman, Water doesn't quench my thirst;
I crave for tenderness and respect to be served
Not just a piece of meat; I'm a voice, a mind, a soul, a bizarre
I'm ecstatic to be a woman with smoke and cigar.
-B writes
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Bhavika. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
" I'm a woman, Water doesn't quench my thirst; I crave for tenderness and respect to be served Not just a piece of meat; I'm a voice, a mind, a soul, a bizarre I'm ecstatic to be a woman with smoke and cigar." Marvellous Bhavika.. loved it... keep it up..
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I would like to translate this poem
A rare creation dear..dear poetess...you have a long way too go..You make me remember poetess Maya in these fiery lines..you are soft yet so pin pointed in your approach. Loved these lines so much.. Not just a piece of meat; I'm a voice, a mind, a soul, a bizarre I'm ecstatic to be a woman with smoke and cigar. All 5 Stars to the creative effort..To my favourites..