Demolition of my private womb!

Like a seed she planted me in the barren land,
With no hopes of fertilization till the end.
A year passed by with mere interruption,
I still evolved out of dissatisfaction.
With whines of life’s cruelty ringing in my head,
My heart was pumping with beats almost dead.
Growing was a part of my chore,
But my expectations from life were a lot more.
At adolescence I made a decision,
To protect my private womb from an incision.
For long my attempts went in vain,
Its brutal scars were marked with blood and pain.
For last, I tried my bit to save the motherland,
However, the hour- glass descended from my hand.
My private womb was demolished,
With no traces of it to re-establish.
I miss my motherland; I miss the place where I came in to existence,
I miss my private womb!