BOOB

From both sides,
You remain the same
Intact
Everything packaged

Big, small, you come with various sizes,
Love its tenderness
No pillow as soft as such,
A pillow cushioning my thoughts

Up above you dangle
When ripe,
You bless us with your meals,
Never forgetting your sweet lactating milk
Sweeter than honey,
No doubt
You wipe away our tears,
And seduce our fears
You overcome us

Regrettably not everyone,
Knows how to hold you
At times, we don’t get to know,
The pain you go through
The whole leaden feeling-
You get

We forget,
That a sharp bite from us
Pricks your heart
It goes straight,
You have been through a lot

We only get attracted,
Or disgusted
By the sizes,
In which you appear to us

I hear my elders say,
That they are coming to educate-
Our siblings on sexuality education
They want us to go astray,
They want us to turn away
From the body part,
Which fed us

Tell them to look well,
They should look at these balls of hope,
With or without clothes
After all these, they want us to elope,
After all these, someone’s son choose to be gay
Such a shame!

Your nipple points to us,
Troubles you harbor within
Problems burdening to us,
Doctors, physicians, scientists and others,
Still haven’t found a cure
Rather they’ve for a color
I guess it’s part of their sickness,
Not awareness

We appreciate your time with us
Always be around,
Stay with us
When sober, make us happy,
Fondle us with your warmth

Don’t deny us,
When we come to you hungry
For we are lost souls,
Learning your loving way.

The brokenheartist,

OCTOBER