Thursday, October 10, 2019

Wails of a young woman



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

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