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