her blood

The Ganges and 

Euphrates rolled down 

from her eyes

when my ribs opened 

for a life,

this bravest blood 

never dies even 

in time and tides,

this blood nurtured 

my cells , bones ,

marrow and skins,

a call to the Goddess 

of power if you ever 

bless me lenses to 

see this blood ?

I know you won't !

so, please 

incubate me once 

again or throw me 

in the gulf ,

wash me in that 

blood or hand over 

this hollow cast to

the fate of oceans, 

high spirits may 

reach me tomorrow,

but not her strong 

amber of prayer,

winds of heart may 

throb faster tomorrow,

but not that altruism 

she gifted to my life,

once again , a plea

to the Goddess of 

the birth and the death, 

please tell the sky and 

the earth to stay alike,

tell her blood to warn 

my boiling blood

every time,

"land pays your debt

when you fly high 

in the sky ." 

- chetna 🌻