Nakusa.... I am elder in fourth feminine And youn |

Nakusa.... I am elder in fourth feminine And younger one baby girl again She is crying fourth door inside Granny known her screem beside Infant mewl beging for freedom Today's risen sun may be pale and in bad doom Mother anguished said,"go back in womb Everyone is deaf and mutism and dumb Something is eerie and creaking Noises come near and near of breathing Vessel of white milk with red rose petals Like those three buds... she too sleeps in bad fatal Nakusa...only alive as lively dead life Neck is always on sharp knife Rays,freshness,breezes and dreams in shelve locked Don't know when 'll break the dawn of hoped? ...Vasundhara Jadhav ©Vasundhara Jadhav # Vasundhara Jadhav's Poem#Nakusa#