Note : This is of private nature. It may disturb some, so I rather suggest not to read.
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Walking hurriedly on a busy street with mother,
So that we do not miss the awaited appointment any further.
"Mom, I'm scared. What if he does an internal check again?" I exclaimed nervously.
She remains mum, sitting for our turn patiently.
Narrating all the sufferings which I daily thole,
As instructed, I lie on hospital bed watching curtains around me scroll.
I fidgeted to unclad my veil,
Reluctantly I do, turning to left my body seems frail.
I felt lubricated fingers entering in the lower orifice of my alimentary canal,
Clasping my eyes tautly, a sigh escapes my lips.
Another bace, I feel a round instrument thrutched inside my inner domain,
I felt unsurmountable harrowing pain.
This time tears escapes my eye,
My fingers writhe, forming into a tight fist,
From other hand I hold mom, eyelids covered by mist.
Getting up, I adjust my clothes and my heart,
Wiping the salty liquid, to others pain I couldn't draft.
Three months back I'd passed through same,
Too shy, I didn't wrote it under 'Moments of Pain'.
Today, I wanted to let the thunder roar,
Exhibit everyone another harsh moment I store.
I don't fear being operated, if that's the next option,
I don't fear physical pain,
I have tears in my eyes, yet I would say I don't fear my 'Moments of Pain'.