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Do You Know Why Do I Love Myself Most?


Do you know
Why do I love myself most?
Cause
I am a lovely woman
In my 30s;
A period of accomplishment
With sprouted gray hair ,here and there.

I am dark
(The most vibrant colour I believe)
I am fat
Have wide hip and waist.
And have no voluptuous or rounded body,
No curve at all.


But I do love myself most.

With visible stretch marks;
sign of my happy motherhood.

I am a working woman
and
I am a proud homemaker
(Women realm)
Who knows how to nurture her vocation
Together with
how to clean her tiny's potty.
Neither I am a perfect mother nor I am a perfect homemaker.
(But I do believe in imperfections).

Sometimes I have regular period
(Dysmenorrhea)
Sometimes I have irregular periods.
Sometimes I am a yelling mother,
Still I am the kindest.
I am religious
I am infidel.
I am depressed
I am optimisic.

At times I am a night owl
At times I am an early bird.
An angry bird on occasions
And a halcyon the other times.

Besides all these imperfections ,
I do love myself most

"Self love of a rare bird".


About the Author



Bhavya Shree v Poet and teacher, Bhavya Shree V was born in the beautiful village of Paravadukkam in Kasargod district. Following graduation and teacher training, she decided to pursue a career as an English language and literature teacher. She hopes and longs for the readers to have a deeper grasp of Marginalised Sections and therefore, focussed on herself as a bilingual poet of social and personal realism in minimalist poetry.Two of her realistic poems, ""Funeral"" and ""Labour Room,"" were published in the online journal Holistic Pine, with the latter winning the ""Readers Choice Award."" Also featured as one of the five inspiring women shaping the literary landscape in holistic pine. And she has marked her excellency by authoring poems in both English and Malayalam, which have been published on her blog http://bhavyabharathii.blogspot.com She is the daughter of Mr. Vasudevan Nambiar and Bharathi M. She is married to Mr. Krishna Kumar A and they have a kid as well.

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