Barren am I
my babies dont come out
just they dont sprout
my ovums
they dont fuse
I am confused;
I loved him
we kissed in the corridors
and in the beaches
all night
we did not miss
we made love
with wonderful moves
learnt from books
teaching Sex tricks
yet, my baby
it is not coming out.
We met
in the teens
when roses bulbed
in my inner beans
he learnt to draw
my naked in raw
my body a straw
and lust flirted without flaw
yet, my baby
it did not come out
we made it
again and again
but my baby
it did not come out........
lalitha iyer
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