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The Soul in the Grove

(… what makes women resort to abortions…
Is it the presumed lifelessness of the fetus that grows in the womb?)

I look around my expanse
Plunged into dark, deep waters
A captive of loneliness.
My form grows
And time gives me hope
Of love and space
Of warmth cuddled
In the bosom of ‘Mother’-
The castle of my dreams…
SHATTERED by wanton daggers!
The gale of frozen motherhood
Sweeps in its cruel swiftness
The shreds of a life
‘In vain?’


More By  :  Uma Parthasarathy

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