The Shades Of Womanhood By Tasneem Nasrulla
At what age did she wear the crown of womanhood?
I guess it was at a tender age with the arising of the menstrual cycle mood.
Her heart from many a young boys in those teenage days fluttered;
But finally stuck to one lover , everyone muttered.
Soon womanhood went into the beautiful attire of a bride , a lover;
Her innocence gently took a hidden cover.
Romance as beautiful as a peacock dancing in the rain made a headway in her life;
Kisses and hugs and much more made her a stunning sexy wife.
She carried her duties of cooking and caring all right;
Occasionally she would douse into a fire of fight.
Soon the woman sat on God’s favourite throne;
The mother to be everyone congratulated her on the phone.
Carrying for nine months the bump in her stomach with great pride;
Her trim & proper figure did vanish by the side.
Soon the woman in her cried & screamed with pain;
All her energy must have had a drain.
Soon all the frantic moments were forgotten with the baby making her way;
With a tired smile on her face exhausted she lay.
The woman in her now danced to the tunes of the little one;
She needed loads of patience for this kind of fun.
The beautiful strong mother and child bond;
How very much for each other were they fond.
Then at a certain point she had to face the gusty winds of a storm by an intruder in the dark nights;
She bitterly wept but fought for her rights.
She forgave her lover and their relationship grew stronger;
Now it was for compassion that would hold them for longer.
Years flew by and her daughter was another woman in her life now;
And her aged mother passed away , the first woman she used to often bow.
The woman was seen with the salt and pepper look hair. Reading glasses & knew it was mid way;
She dreaded for her menopause to come and stay.
Time had gone by fast and she had many unfulfilled dreams;
She now wanted to attain many a thing in a short time it seems.
As she crossed the road of life this age;
She wondered what it would be to become old as a sage.
How will I look?Walking stick,dentures,hearing aid;
Will my medical bills,be,easily paid?
Will I have someone by my side?
Or hope,not shamefully tears I have to,hide?
And at this juncture she heard a whisper;
Soon the voice became more crisper.
“You have been a terrifically strong woman all these long years;
Why are you drowning your happiness in false fears?
Let every dawn be a beginning of your new day;
Live it to your best on this earth’s stay.