She Poem by MOLOY BHATTACHARYA
She
she is a flower
In the garden of humanity
That takes pride
Of her presence.
We enjoy her beauty,
Smell her odour.
Wake up from slumber,
Don't pluck her for pleasure
She is not alien,
Let her live with us.
She is the creator
Of life and posterity.
She suffers the pain
To protect life within her.
The fetus fertilizes inside
A new life is born to grow up
Sucking from her breasts,
As a second self of her life.
She is a living Goddess
Let us celebrate her life.
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4/19/2024 6:54:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Don't pluck her for pleasure She is not alien, Let her live with us...she is a Goddess. indeed but how many men respect a woman as life giver........ thank u dear poet for this poem tony