The soothing voice of the winds sung me lullabies every night,
freezing it may seem but the ground was warm enough for me.
The sweetness of the fruits presented the essence of true love I missed.
I too had glistening stickers on the ‘sky roof’, they all glinted and gifted me goodnight kisses.
My mother may have left me but mother nature feels me,
she heals me and says I will protect you, my child, I will cherish you for yours is a precious life.
She, in her life, cried many times but the one time, excruciating pain devoured her, tears and sweat plummeted hard, her cries reflected the intense agony. Her obscure screams were suffocated by fear and enthusiasm but when the sudden shrills of feeble spasmodic weeps accompanied her screams, her shrieks slowly faded.
The tears that began their journey from her exhausted eyes met the lips that beamed with ecstasy. Within seconds she had forsaken all she had gone through because she was overwhelmed by the gain of being a mother rather than the pain of becoming a mother.
That is the one time in every women’s life when tears of cry and happiness collide.
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“I dedicate this piece to all the women out there, be proud to be you, Happy Women’s Day.“
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When she was born
she was accused of being a girl
When she blossomed
she became the attraction
When her beauty rose
she became a prey for predators
When she greyed
she was ostracized.
Everyone forgot the fact that Once
she was a daughter
she was a sister
she was a mother
And the fact that
she was the incarnation of
the Goddesses.
Biblichor 