1:12 AM
Saptadeep
I don't know why it took me such a long time to write something.....why I had written something like this....but then may be there is a quest that often remains unheard in a lot of relations burdened with marriage, family and society and what ensues is a gradual exploitation.
This poem is a cry to all those women shackled under the chains of physical exploitation to break free.....seek their freedom, whatever be the cost, for it is their own.....I hope I can reach out to someone in need!!!
HER QUEST
- SAPTADEEP BASU (2012)
Thirty years by my side,
Another thirty I might just crawl by;
Locked up deep inside,
Was a fucking quest burning alight.
Ravaged my puny youth satiating your bored desires,
Your different positions which you proudly proclaimed your
“emotions”;
Ramming me hard to prove you were a man,
If you could have survived the pain, I would have called you
a “woman”.
My broken jaw testifies your love,
My battered body has served your need,
My swollen eyes still have its dreams,
When between my legs you satisfy your greed.
I want to rape your soul,
Feel the pleasure of seeing you bleed,
As I have been a million times,
Like a piece of flesh under the butcher’s knife.
I bloat like a corpse in your stinking piss,
To cleanse my soul of my nuptial deeds,
A naked facade that shall shame the heavens;
Was ready for you to plunder once again.
I lay beside you caressing your hair,
Slithering over your skin, but you didn’t care;
Held you down to devour it as you often wished,
Yet tonight, it simply caved in.
Locked deep inside, the quest still burnt alight,
Why I had let thirty years simply pass by?
I rubbed myself hard and felt the woman in ages,
Till I was wet in the flow of red.
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