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A WOMAN DIED (dedicated to Hemangi)




(dedicated to Hemangi)


-       Tapan Kumar Pradhan (India)


Each of his tries was a lie

First with those roses red

Fragrant with promises

And then came the kisses

One after the other

Pregnant with desire


Parting the tender petals

Soft like Kashmiri silk

In his fingers held wide


Then came the harder part

With manhood unzipped

He then ripped




so sad

I knew he was that bad


That day I died as a woman

Then burning within myself

I slowly turned to sad ash

Never to show my face again


To the world

Which for me was dead

And collapsed


Never take his name again

Let him also die

In his hour of grief

unknown unseen


Like I died

Eons ago