Womb Without Womb Poem by Namita Rani Panda

Immensely delighted I was
feeling my swelling womb
for sprouting a new life within
with the hope of creating
a more creative womb
to nurture life beyond!
But alas!
My joy shattered!
My womb was ravished
by my kith and kin.
My lovable worthy womb
was dissected
on the operation table
and to garbage was it thrown.
Strangulated was my womb's desire
to see the light and breathe fresh air.
With that ended an era of creation:
end of the womb of womb of womb and so
on!
And the result?
Imbalance in nature.
Now I'm a womb without womb,
a body without soul,
a life without life,
a hope without hope,
Impotent!
Cursed!
Night after night
I listen to her screams of fright,
"Save me! Save me!
Save my worthy womb!
Save the womb of womb of my womb!
Save the womb of the Universe! "
Can't you hear?