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W o m a n
She exists
Womb to pyre
Patience to passion
Love to anger
Sweat to blood.
She weaves her breaths
with threads of emotions
to knot tender
threads of bonds.
She holds impure blood
in her womb for years,
to serve motherhood
to the mankind,
She holds thorns
in her thorax,
to nurture the mankind
with nectar of motherhood.
Being a man,
let me wipe off
fogg of ego to visualise
her divinity.
Being a man,
let me unscramble
my complex understanding
to understand her
simplicity.
Being a man,
let me damp
my dormant musculinity
to possess vivid
femininity.
© jWalant
#jwalant #wordsofpoetry #women #woman #femininity #writco
Womb to pyre
Patience to passion
Love to anger
Sweat to blood.
She weaves her breaths
with threads of emotions
to knot tender
threads of bonds.
She holds impure blood
in her womb for years,
to serve motherhood
to the mankind,
She holds thorns
in her thorax,
to nurture the mankind
with nectar of motherhood.
Being a man,
let me wipe off
fogg of ego to visualise
her divinity.
Being a man,
let me unscramble
my complex understanding
to understand her
simplicity.
Being a man,
let me damp
my dormant musculinity
to possess vivid
femininity.
© jWalant
#jwalant #wordsofpoetry #women #woman #femininity #writco
