Woman Who Can’t Bleed!
Like an ordinary day, she comes,
it turns out to be the best.
The future beholds her now,
and leaves it to rest.
The rest is what the body got,the soul still wanders,
inches and cms, in diameters and radius,
thats the measure; the burden thunders.
Burden or Blessing who knows?
For what I heard — inept,
name called, & the world where is now,
she learns ; because she is nowhere kept.
Thick and thin,for the varied inn,
helming the charge.
uncalled, which made a path on its own ,
and pressed its grin.
Foster — that’s asked of her.
cause’ that’s her innate nature.
else the world is in its own dismay,
imagine, a path with no way.
Pink, and red,
and still in blues,
the seasons of all — the colorful hues.
And all the while, time stands still,
or is passing away,
she remembers again — why is she here to stay?
fading away, like the season’s goodbye,
turned from water to dry.
What has to happen, why does it so again?
The self interrogations, and the try.
Flying against the winds,
bequeath, and beyond she is aware.
against the odds, and with it,
to bare, is to dare.