Body

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Body

A Sonnet

By Priti Ghosh

My body has issued from an inconscient soil
Wresting its place by an evolutionary toil.
The ancient Mother has brought it thus far
In each moment an older reluctance does spar.

Like the soil that bears a looming tree
Body bears breathe in rhythmic spree .
The mind like a fruit of sweeter issue
Pervades my breathe and body tissue.

A greater power presses down now
The body in dread of ills does cow.
Now bloom in flesh a hundred fissures
I bear these wounds as a miser his treasures.

By Her Force shall all ills be pressed out
Snuff the Titan and Falsehood at their root.