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Women - Reiterating Life
Ablaze I stay, Amidst the bruise, Churned with grace, Assimilating feline spirit, And fuming with ceaseless pace, When thou trample my hardcore Submerge my conscience And look! Yet my stumps rouse Rumbling with fumbling roars, Just as the phoenix resurrects, However may thy malign Weaving my overcast dreams With the last glow of sunshine Yes, I reign Traverse the course As the divine grace pours, When you oust me, Perforating my silhouette as ‘SHE’, Rolls out of her throne. And yet, beg to her Putting your prejudice behind ‘her’ bar, To tantalize your carnal desire! But Ahem! You recreate that mite.. As you throttle her, Enjoying the core of her plight. You ‘exhibit’ her sins! Not the malefactors Who pumped injustice into her veins! You rupture her ‘bodily’ core And seek solace, pleasure In the atoms of this ‘whore’! I shudder at this inequality Moaning to Thy tribunal, And He grins at my oblivion Resonating His voice Reviving me on, “Because thou form the melody Of this timeless empire.. As thou reincarnate yourself From that funeral pyre! Seize Life in thy hands, Weaving life with My wand… And hence being the saviour When My Creation goes bland!!”
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