Womanhood

Where the moon was shy 

Where all the what ifs deny 

Those trees, covering the sky

There stands a woman, veiling her chest

There stands a woman with a single breast 

Was it the magic of her sweat or the fragrance of wood 

Or may the strong essence of her womanhood.

The glamour of her nature covering her anxiety 

Thinking about the retarded doomed society 

All the hustle going on in her mind 

About the taboos of scars, bald skull and her weight

All the memory of romance and motherhood she rewind

After all the pain she carried still she stand straight.

The beauty of her bald skull may prevail

Because she has the power to collect all the stars in her veil 

After all the pain of disdain,

Power of womanhood still remains.