HER QUEST

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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