Cramps are camping all over my body.
But it hurts the most where
pain settles like dust.
Pain doesn't like attention because
it sounds picky.
In all the redness it still chooses
the colour of love.
Afterall it always goes well but
not without piercing through
some skin that's tender.
But who is there to pamper
the infinity of emotions that
needs a smooth passage just in a glance?
Or a subtle smile or gentle touch maybe.
So feminine. Isn't it?

© Sonali Ghosh