CRY OF A WOMB

Cry of a dried womb

A soft whispering sound ascended to the golden sky as The sun uncovered his moonlit face to glimpse The velvet green cladden fertile virgin - with A quiver full of Manmadan arrows to mingle the Aroma of creation to the onlookers and Bring life to multiple beings but … … A pearly droplet on her cheek meaning The untold pain of this mesmerizing damsel … … … *** *** *** Being the finalist creation of Sun and Moon Dawn on the day of soundless motion of universe - with A heart full of love to intake other’s suffering - and My golden telescope began to gaze at the fragmented life Over the lands and plain and alas! Alas! To my sight … … … For I saw a rainbow cladden virgin - with A grief-stricken face like that of a widow - who Lost her husband on wedding day - and Had a spell bound beauty of orchid’s softness - with Her ivory curved skeletal frame – as if A soft tender lily stem under the scorching sun – so She looked … … … *** **** **** At that juncture my heart began to siphon - and The sensual feelings began to arise in me like a volcano - and The sweetest damsel stopped and gazed at me - as if A doe is staring at her fawn on the mouth of a lion - and My artery began to detonate painful sparks as The droplets of my sweat began to flow -like That of a small stream on the sand - bedding desert. Seeing this, her scarlet mouth widened like a half bloomed lotus - and Her lips began to speak an epic. My trumpets heard her twinges of pain - leading A sharpest thorn to pierce my heart painfully - and The words began to flow … … … *** *** *** These lands you behold are my flesh - which longed For a grain to moisture my dried womb but couldn’t - and Still desire to have that life giving grain - to remember Those days of lush green fields with animals and Murmuring hilly streams with birds of the sky - and Springs with seeds of the living to show The presence of a beautiful world … … … A world anew of wonder and fascination was there - and How beautiful was my presence to others - with the Existence of divine creative power in me - but Today … … … *** *** *** This vast land now turned into an arid - but Those were the glistening days - when The swarms of people are and drank, Filling their hungry pot bellies - and Thirsty stomachs to experience bliss - and Then why is it that now I am lone? Why is that I have become barren …………….? Where are they, who have filled themselves of me - and Are now no more by my side? Why? Why is it that I become an uprooted barren widow - and None is ready to sprout or grow in me? How could I know, how will I know? Who will help me … … …? This is my unsolved problem … … …