A WOMAN DIED
(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
hard
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
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