The Uprooted Bride: The Uprooted Bride.

The Uprooted Bride: The Uprooted Bride.: "Pockets of barren earth, lay scattered as pieces of Unfinished Art. How do I tackle this bareness of my wo..."

The Uprooted Bride.

Pockets of barren earth,
                                  lay scattered as pieces of Unfinished Art.
How do I tackle this bareness of my womb?
De blazing ultra-violet spears from above, withering my greenery.
Lend me a talisman,
                               To soak and wet my  barren breasts again..
Where I will come again as a zygotic seed, within the sheets of the wet earth,
I shall raise my head again, amidst ur suffocated  paraphernalia of endless motives and desires...
Your race to reach more and nowhere,
                                                           slaughters my boughs and I lay strewn as physically challenged !!!

Skyscrapers assassinating my boughs of Oxygen.
As said in the wisdom tales of Tolstoy ;
How much land does a man need?

Don't let me uproot me. I lay there as a still bride untouched and unopened.

Help me survive!!!!