Pink-Ribbon Blues Poem by saadat tahir
Pink-Ribbon Blues
Palpated her breast, a lump in the throat.
The monster that mama and aunty smote.
Toyed with the pages of a letter she wrote,
about the time, she but crossed the moat.
Devastated and lonely in a bustling world.
To nether shores that she was hurled.
A rending stream of violating pricks.
A heart less journey through so many nicks.
Handled and mauled by alien hands,
her heart and self, now held by bands.
The grief and anguish of yet to come.
No flames are doused by bottles of rum.
Just as she stood, a woman in her own.
this saga of horror, was at her thrown.
How she hated the pitying looks.
Frantically sought the net and books.
With every passing day, the chances grim.
No more the charmers to pander a whim.
Dragged like mom, to the butchers den.
So broken she spoke of marcescent men.
Lost her spirit and her womanliness.
The warmth and feel of a loving caress.
all i can say that your poem is nice i read without missing a word,
Saadat, this is so moving; you have so graphically captured the emotional turmoil, physical mutilation, indignities suffered and the helpless ness of one devastated by this killer, and then the ultimate rejection. love and warmth do more than medicines. Mamta
this is a powerful poem Saadat....about what a woman undergoes with this disease...and all the more touching because it was written by a male who can empathise and understand....
dear saadat.....it is a sad touching poem, written with a lot of feelings.serious one.....coming from a doctor! god bless you ritty
A sad and informative poem.....tender and devoted write.....10+++++++
An important write about a terrible disease, it's nice to increase the consciousness and understanding for the victims, very well penned!
CA breast is usually diagnosed late in your country......may be at 3ed stage....with little prognosis.....massive surgical and radiotherapy, and huge chemotherapy......i am not a doc but i know, about all this, it means the level of awareness in our social life. Well penned...... doc.......be careful when palpating.....
sad poem, god poetry.. one day no more shall feel pain. one glorious day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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doc...right from first line i knew wht i was heading to...thnq for the concern!