The bud isn't aware
Of the velvet beauty of it's flower
Yet it waits to bloom
To realise it has life giving power

How it holds the mysterious gateway
Between heaven and our earth
There was a reason it was called sacred
For the essence of yin is secured in its girth

To feel the ecstasy of this bliss
One has to be gentle and loving
To traverse the wonders of a woman
A man should know the pleasure lies in giving

But before the bud could bloom
It's mangled to lose its senses
Then seamed for years to mark it's virtue
When proved, its undone to open up the fences

The pain a bud undergoes
When it's done by people who nurture you
Numbs you not only physically
But psychologically damages too

I thought we are born
To feel freedom as we run through open field
When the wind blows on our face
And have our wounds healed

But when the damage is passed on
From one generation to another
How this freedom is lost
To please an unseen figure @Rreena Sharma

PS : This poem is based on Female Genital Mutilation.
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