The Sacred Flower : A Poem - Agents of Ishq

The Sacred Flower : A Poem

By Priyanka Joshi


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I toss and turn on my bed
Calmed, by my hands meeting the rosy flesh
The flower; they call it
Mine is a wild one, I comprehend

My hands trace the journey
Through the bushy wilderness
And come upon the flower’s petals
And as I caress its innermost bud
Dewdrops appear

I barely muffle the delicate moans
That begin to escape my parted lips
For the flower within me blooms
As beautifully as the spring

Oh, only if they heard me now
Me, a despicable, disgusting being
Because my flower must await
A man, my husband, my only reason for living

Yet I don’t understand
Why it withered under his manly touch
Maybe it’d take another season
For dew drops to be seen.



Priyanka Joshi is a 19 year old student currently pursuing a Bachelor of Arts in Psychology and Anthropology from St. Xavier’s College, Mumbai. She’s an intersectional feminist and her interests include writing, reading, cooking; or at least trying to. 



1 thought on “The Sacred Flower : A Poem”

  1. अत्यंत ही दिल छू लेने वाली कविता है ।
    गॉडेस अपने लिखे क्या दिया है । आज मैंने फर्स्ट टाइम पड़ा है। धीरे धीरे सब पड़ लिया मैंने
    और मैं खुद के अंदर एक महिला को एहसास करने लगा

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