Sudipta Mishra, Bhubaneswar, 29 October 2022
Let me not travel from the traumas of your yore!
Let me not recollect the heartbreaking moments of mammography.
Let me not listen to echoes of the declaration of doctors.
Let me not take a trip down the memory lane.
Let me not visit the wards,
where I was forced to stare at those naive eyes.
They poured so many questions about their future.
Let me not utter the word – Chemotherapy!
Let me look at the mirror.
Let me be proud of my breasts!
Nectar-like milk surged from me.
After all, I am the mother of two youngsters.
I can proudly flaunt my chest as a warrior.
After the surgery, I am a survivor,
And I have won the battle against all odds.
Let me embrace life instead of stillness.
