The womb that carried me then,
the wall that structured my cell,
I revere thee,
I revere thy sacrifice.
I regard thy suffering, Divine.
Thou shared thy blood,
and layered me with thy food.
Nine months, I drank thee in.
Then, out I came,
tearing the walls,
that protected me.
And drank again,
thy milky chest.
I still am a parasite.
I still drink in thy life.
But thy love, Divine,
Aye! is still no lesser than then.
8 comments:
u ryt relli well :-)
:-)
hey durga iam surprised ...read your poem ..this one has deep & hard feelings..you expressed wonderfully
I hope I can bring feelings to words more like this, everytime.. :)
hey...the poem has really got great emotions...heart touching expressions of love...a beautifully casted poem...keep writing n keep up the good work...
thanks a lot.. :)
Pranam!
Simply out of curiousity, I was going through your works... Never to judge or comment, but to see the nights of Moon, of Stars, of clouds from ground, from window, from peep whole.....
THis particular one striking the chords...
'Paathrathilottaykku pathum thikachu njaaan,
Paathravum maariyingethi nilkke,
Innethra parihaasapaathramaayenni njaaan,
Eeee paathram maaruvaan ethra pathum?'
I scribbled long bac.. rest I forgot...
I reproduced the same "Ten"... there in the blog... I am not asking you to read it as I already told you to read a lot... it looks odd....
Divine is the parasite-not you- Divine is drinking you, I think!
Surya : You have been through almost all my poems..
Thanks for taking the pain and for having kept clicking on the older posts.. :)
Durga
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