Plabi Pradhan Poet Free verse

An Ode to the Widowhood

I love that added tenderness in my body each month;
it's like I incarnate the spring myself:
delicate bloosoms, that juiciness,
ready to bear and bring a new life on the Earth.
But the pollination never happen,
because my husband died four years ago.
Thus, instead of adoring the fetus in my womb,
I'm adoring my poetry on my notepad:
from my pregnant mind they comes out to fill my life 
and reduce the emptiness of not being a mother of a human offspring.

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Valsa George May 4, 2026 at 5:11 AM This is so touching. I can feel the intensity of your longing to be a mother. But as a widow, you sublimate your desire into another channel... writing poems. Definitely it can fill the vacuum in your life. Plabi Pradhan May 4, 2026 at 5:37 AM Hey it's just a poem written by me to express feelings of widows. We the writers role play...we feel and jot down the emotions of each thing around us. I am just a 31 year old unmarried lady.

Karen Jones April 29, 2026 at 9:06 PM Deepest sympathies for your loss. May your pen birth many magical memories and your muse help you explore what could have been. Hugs Plabi Pradhan April 29, 2026 at 9:45 PM Hey, it's just a writing to show the pain, not my personal event. Thanks for reading.

Kim Rodrigues April 29, 2026 at 1:23 PM Thus, instead of adoring the fetus in my womb, I'm adoring my poetry on my notepad…a different outlet, a perspective that you have to give life to. ((hugs)) sorry for your loss Plabi Pradhan April 29, 2026 at 4:27 PM Thank you for reading. It's just a poem, not personal event of my life.