~~*canvas: A woman And me*~~

Oh, woman,  I love you
I can feel your sorrow
in relentless pain.
married with my youth
bore my children and still
red white and blue
inside men's book.

soon spread ere long lame
your love to our weird
and spiritual desire,
I adore you!

O' lord give me a woman
Who can cry on me.
the silence of unimagined
fills and depths on,
Beats coming out through
the ritualistic veil can rely on me.

song of a ringing tone to
the coming future with drenched and blood
she would be the woman of
a swollen womb like the oneWho gave me birth.

sheets and the covered thighs
a red-logged rose...
edges of the bed and I observe
the beginning of a woman with silent repose.

endurance of a woman
and raising seeds on you mother,
I hold you.
if the truth must be told
I am in you, or no one.
your being, as a woman...
I am a reliable father, perhaps!
or a rejected son.

Krishna Rai
9:08 PM 7/18/2006