(A celebration of the
destiny and evolution of woman)
PROF. V. RAMA MURTHY
I have my uterus hung in
the lab
It is in a glass flask
There my eggs will
fertilise
And there my children
will grow.
Isn’t it disgusting for
a woman
To carry another life in
her belly?
So I have my uterus out
in a flask
I won’t rear another
life in my own belly
Like an animal, like a
kangaroo.
I have my uterus out in
a flask
To say ‘no’ to
deliveries
To keep my muscles taut
And my mouth of pleasure
tight.
Hail evolution!
Hail technology!
The uterus has dried up
in me
Like the human tail
And appendix.
I am evolved
I am liberated
No more for me
The travails of
Child-bearing.
I am equal to man now
Perhaps more than man.
What a primitive thing
he is
With his beard still
growing
Despite his new razor
blades
I have stolen a march
over him
In evolution, in
emancipation.
No more child-bearing
for me
No more monthly flows
No more I fear rape
As I run no risk
of pregnancy.
I’ll myself chase the
man
Till he takes to his
heels
And I shall laugh
At my own impetuosity!
Under the banner of
The uterus in a flask
Women of the world
Unite, fight the MCPs
Kick off their impudence
And assert your
Independence.