Bare uterus being crushed by womanhood,
Asked one day with haughtiness,

‘Womanhood without me?
Do you call yourself a woman
In my absence?’

‘ Woman is not your weight,
Nor your monthly weeps
Woman is the endurance ,
The sacrifice and the struggles’.

‘ And me?What’s me in womanhood?’

‘ You? You , my dear uterus ,
Are that insignificant part,
Who got too much attention
In an era of ignorance.’

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About Fathima Manal

Dreams,fantasies,words and rhythm-other than skin,bones and muscles I am made up of these.With every drop of blood that my heart pumps,a new dream forms in me.With every breathe,i take the surroundings too inside me.And my poems are just the minute regurgitants of what i accumulate within. I am a doctor from Kerala,India,who should not be supposed to but is in deeply love with words and books more than medical books.Hope you enjoy my poems......

4 thoughts on “Uterus

  1. Lokesh Roy

    Yes, the wonders of nature……how a baby is created in the womb of her mother ! Yet this is lost on us. We take it for granted. The real value of this marvel fizzles out when the baby grows up, with maternal instinct giving way to many extraneous considerations . The offspring too are not free from this malaise. Thank god , we have a Fathima Manal to eulogise this wonderful feat of nature .


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