The woman in me trembled,
As effeminacy left me in a jiff.
Middle age has not yet embraced me,
And the ripeness of womanhood is not yet seasoned.
But, brown freckles adorn my shaggy face,
Like the stubborn dirt on a white linen.
I fear as night approaches,
Since sleep has stopped coming my way.
I burn and quiver like the boiling tea,
But, fail to hide my emotions in a cup.
This is me, the girl born in the modern era,
Who lost her womanhood to early menopause!
All rights reserved,Sarika Harikumar,oct 9,2019
