Stretch Marks Poem by MANJUSHA BABU

STRETCH MARKS
In that flawless tiled- -
Gorgeous and mesmerizing body,
Like little lumps, like a speed bump -
No I guess like a sand mount in a desert - -
Something weird popped out,
It wasn't pleasure seeing them
Ahh! ! Every day and night it was bothering
How to get rid of those marks my mind kept reading articles
My heart panicked knowing it will not disappear..
Alas! !
My unblemished physic turned to be a zig-zag line.
Tears filled my eyes
Am I ageing?
Am I falling sick?
Am I growing fat?
Shouldn't I work out?
Oh Lord! Lord!
Questions poured
Thoughts blurred
I cannot cuddle my strapped sleeves- -
Nor vests.
Hearts of men and women grieved like mine.
Yes, you are right!
Those stretch marks disturbed my chores
Troubled my joy of physical admiration
Till I saw them..
Those flowing water
Those travelling clouds
Those curving sand dunes
Mother Nature bestowed me the lesson of positivity—
And now? Puzzled?
Hurrah! My stretch marks are admired by multitudes
Yes..
I paint them on my arms
I show off with my tube tops
I walk with my head high
Because—
They appear like those glittering ripples of those rivers
And of those lakes—
I see them like dews on those red velvet flowers,
At times they are those stretchy creamy snowy clouds,
And sometimes those sand brownies in the deserts,
"Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder? " Isn't true?
Yes,
You, We, I and all are beautiful..
Oh! Come all ye women and men
Let's celebrate beauty, embrace those stretch marks.
Shahs.