Endless,
The blood cycles.
The silent pain.
Surely I would have fainted.
Nine months.
Is a divine time.
To carry desire.
Slow, growing and growing wait.
Torn,
To let live,
You bleed profusely.
Yet you smile at end.
Woman,
I am charmed.
Filled with awe.
You are God's best creation.
p.s.: paragraph 3 edited.
The silent pain.
Surely I would have fainted.
Nine months.
Is a divine time.
To carry desire.
Slow, growing and growing wait.
Torn,
To let live,
You bleed profusely.
Yet you smile at end.
Woman,
I am charmed.
Filled with awe.
You are God's best creation.
p.s.: paragraph 3 edited.
13 comments:
If I had to say,
Nine months.
Is a divine time.
To carry desire.
And Abhishek, you are brilliant. I need not comment on the verse.
@tulika: noted. understood. apologies.
:)
Beautiful.
Amazing as always
Torn,
To let live,
I feel like a dilettante commenting on the works of a master. :)
@ anubhab: dude! thanks a lot... dilettante? I had to fetch a dictionary. thanks for visiting man.. :)
I simply loved it.
u have already put the perfect words in place..i am not a very regular visitor but i whenever i do i nvr go unsatisfied..commendable..
High funda!!! :)
Hi dude...Nice blog
Awesome really!
I have met very few boys specially your age (sorry I have a tendency to play aunt to people younger than me :D)who think like that.
@ all: thanks
abhishek itsnt abt respect only but also the replica of womenhood dat u have woven in ur words :)
This is beautiful. And very very true :)
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