In the early morning cold and darkness
When she slithesr in to my blanket and entwines me
Nothing I remember
Her accuses or the doubts
Either insults or the annoyances
Nothing can be remembered
I am a man and she is a woman that’s all
It’s the fact I think
Only a man and woman are the basic substance
In the entire creation
Our ethics and morals values and duties and
Monogamy and abiding to a husband
All these piled up as dust on this basic substance
Early dawn when she glided into my blanket
When she placed a hand on my chest
Who am I?
Sans all the diseases in front of her
A melted child in purity
Who is she?
Washing away all her poison of the day
The ultimate power that enters into me
As breast milk.
- K. Siva reddy