EPOCHS OF WOMANHOOD
Epochs of womanhood
With malar flushes,
Causelessly she blushes,
In solitude, to herself she smiles,
While walking, aimlessly she tarries.
With a startled look,
Whom does she seek?
Her blue eyes,
Reminiscent of skies,
Her golden hair seem,
Akin to a bright solar beam,
Her limbs tender,
Her waist slender.
Nature bares the Truth
Of full-blown-flower of Youth!
Her grown up face,
Bears a thoughtful grace.
Her warm bosom,
Awaits to welcome,
A wanted guest,
On her laps to rest,
Restless, though happy she seems,
As her heart broods fairy dreams.
Her speech sweeter from the lapse of years-
With a wife's love, and a mother's fears!
Rapturous youth and tranquil prime,
Withered with a weird dream!
Her gray hair and lusterless skin,
Fading from her eyes a resplendent shine,
Her flabby shriveled breast,
She walks with waddling and antalgic gait.
Alas! It's dusk of her womanhood,
It's menopause! A hush in solitude!!
Copyright © Dr.Hemant Vinze | Year Posted 2007