One Hysterectomy

On unscrupulous hysterectomies

One Hysterectomy

Whatever reason they might offer

they deracinated the tree

that blossoms a sanguine-flower

every month.

In the Anatomy Theatre

of civilised man

the body of a woman

has always been a Guinea Pig.

Whatever be the reason,

the cradle of man

which put up with two cuts earlier,

now lies dead… severed forever.

In a system of medicine

where consequences are

not fully comprehensible

uterus has reduced to a Test Tube

For Pills, Caesareans, IUDs, I-pills,

and now … surrogacies.

Whatever the reason be,

some invisible scissors have excised

the invisible organ.

Now

the vulnerable Soul

laments looking for a hiding place

searching all places within the body.

HRTs and anti-depressants

have lined up in queue to console.

Yes!

This timeless, ageless corpus

is a hunting Mint now.

Bolloju Baba  - Translated from Telugu by N.S. Murthy

Author's Note

This poem condemns on the unnecessary hysterectomies being undertaken nowadays.