They landed with a soft thud
They scratched
They pinched
They bit
They scooped
Proudly they carried back
A part of me in their sack.
As if it were not enough
They clicked
My peaks
My cleavages
My nudity did they send
To the earth’s inhabitants
They gibed
They winced
They scoffed
They grimaced
Never again would they compare
Their beloved to me they swear
I am barren
I am scarred
I am ugly
I am cleaved
For eons have I borne
The effulgent sun
Scorching my breast for thee
Churning it into moonlight
Stark into serenity.

jyoti saxena

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