Woman’s Eye by Gargi Sidana

Abstract image of a woman's front face profile with open space for eyes and splashing colors of a side profile of woman filled in the space
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Lashes extended to

 Soften mother’s earth

 Prowled in a nasty web,

To ooze child’s pain

Nothing left to annihilate;

What she gains

Nagging in the goddess’s lap;

Liberating her from pain

As if silicon lie carved,

 Into a vivacious brain.

 She self-sabotages her powers

 In a fabricated chain

Laid a crimson skin on the facial nerves;

 Bragging pebbles close to the breast.

Fear lurks on her dismantled identity;

Brushing holes on her sloppy knuckles.

Old age knocks like chills beneath the grave;

Longing to churn me in pairs

Death appears as a snobbish ghost;

Propelling a carriage full of swollen moths.

-GARGI SIDANA

Gargi Sidana is a voracious reader and a WordPress Writer. She has written poems, articles and short stories for various publications. Her poem was chosen for the OPA Anthology Of Poets, and the best Poetry Writing Contest, Kazakhstan. She also received a diploma in Best Poet Of The World 2019. Read more of her writing at Seven Letters.

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. Terveen Gill says:

    Gargi’s poetry gives a deeper meaning to a woman’s existence. Like every human, she is molded from the earth and will return to it. There is a lifelong tale that is being spun with every step and breath she takes. Her maternal essence is her very identity and that makes her unlike any other. The more that is expressed, the lesser it appears to be. The entire universe can reside in a woman’s eye. She is what she wants to be. Powerful and uplifting!
    Congratulations Gargi!

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  2. jonicaggiano says:

    Wow that was simply beautiful writing. Every line more descriptive than the first. I truly think these lines are brilliant.

    ” Bragging pebbles close to the breast.
    Fear lurks on her dismantled identity;
    Brushing holes on her sloppy knuckles.
    Old age knocks like chills beneath the grave;”

    Your last two lines were just as smashing great! Congratulations!

    Liked by 1 person

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