I don't care if I'm pretty
He never told me
I never care what enthralled me
I always over-rated my life
Why lie on his bed tonight?
I say!
I swell my pride to undertake
Fornicate not to make him
stay
He never told me
I never care what enthralled me
I always over-rated my life
Why lie on his bed tonight?
I say!
I swell my pride to undertake
Fornicate not to make him
stay
Stoic those chances of
bethroning a man
With lovers kind of embrace
Why I never discovered
turbulences
Quite unexpected each
minute
Fades into the shadows of
vain
Losing grip on those days
gone by
Like an empty conch fritters
Of the shore
I stand wrapped in words
That wash the shores of my body
Then like those unveiling
Linen flows like a borrowed
wings of Icarus
White wanton on the shore
With sand that sparkle on
That ebony rock battered by
The winds of time
With foothills down to sullen
Heat of pregnant shores that
never ebbed
Forever emmersed in those
Hearts rejoice of
Tangled hair that meshes out
To the mind, that stoops not
to imposters
Wild wild child your soul has
parched out
Humiliating remarks chide
not anymore
Since with him she engaged
Her soul entwining for
eternity,
She bids not of hope begone
To simple chance of
adversary!
For on my words I surrender
The beauty of my being
So may he never tell me that
I'm pretty for in my mind
I slay
I slay
Of beckoning skies that glow
each day
No matter the mental tryst
For him the Noblest of them all kings,
She shall remain the sparkling dusky queen!
~ Preeti Pradhan Bhutia
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