Who are you that coerces into me,
The sight of my beloved's rape, to see.
Whose gunpowder smells in this garden,
Which, with rose odour, I wish to burden.
Which shackles do hold my will
With which I triumphed many a hill.
How do I live- tell me with all
The vices that on my heart befall.
How can I, in these conditions, stay
Where you spit on the child, but,
the mother you pray.
I find you in me and me in you,
But I do realise whom to sue.
When I think of the beauty I could create
out of my raped beloved,
Your gun points at me offering freedom,
but only to masturbate.
To which unmarried parents do you belong?
Your impotent vigour has lasted 60 years long.
The police, the army, the court is your,
But do not take, at least me, for sure.
She is my beloved whom you harass,
Beware of her other lovers.
They have in store all you have
and much more than that,
Except the evil impulse with which you act.
I know you won't leave or flee
For, though the garden is mine,
the lovers are not with me.
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3 comments:
Rape of beloved ,does not sound good to ear,
Deeper are those words,which lead me to tear.
Wonder what leads u right those intrigueing spears,
Are u really philosophical or sense not so clear?
Though u portrayed right all the things and clue,
Couldn't u treat it virgin,was it dark to you?
yours' mistake was same,many prudents do,
bride can have many scars,even not rapped,is true.
To some they are true,some may contradict,
Why not depicted a virgin,Is the end of verdict?
gud work man keep it up
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