Arshia Sheikh

June 7,1982-Lucknow
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Infertility

Barren womb, dark spaces,
Bearing a child, I am appreciated.
Loneliness prevails, I am searching to embrace,
Where are you? I am already hated.

Not worthy! Need to be replace?
Lost my dignity and was never cared.
Hold me tight when I look at your face,
Where were you? When my grief was shared.

Infertility is not a curse it made me shine,
It nurtured my heart and made me divine,
When I will meet Him, He will smile,
I made you a woman, you will never incline.
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