Streaming Beauty Of Womanhood

Streaming Beauty Of Womanhood short poem

Uploaded by GIRIJA SHIVKUMAR

Born a girl, but, I was raised as a boy
In teens I was not girly, a TOMBOY

My walk and talk were not feminine
I used boy’s stuff showing masculine

My nose and ears were not pierced
I hated jwellery .trapped and felt cursed

But,secretely,I was loving myself innerway
Even without adornments,running sway

Someone added my Beauty to crazy love
Melted my EGO made me submissive Dove

He praised me by saying You are Natural
You can’t hide Your Womanhood beautiful

Even without adornment I was so loved
I became Mom, breastfeeding blessed

To oblige my beloved with bounded hooks
With all Sixteen adornments a bridal look

Today being woman, I enjoy motherhood
I am now Streaming Beauty of Womanhood

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ZUZANNA MUSIAL
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Hello, SHIVESH SHIVKUMAR.

The poem is very enticing to a reader. Reading born a girl but I loved to be Tomboy. Sometimes in life we enjoy being masculine especially in young age.
With time the picture has changed, the girl grew and became a mother. Such a blessed state of being. The poem is wonderful and I feel good reading it.

Thank you for sharing.

ZuZanna

Shivesh Shivkumar
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Shivesh Shivkumar

Thanks for Appreciation

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