Poem - #18 | Wrapped in Love

Wrapped in love

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

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

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

Comments

General said…

Heartfelt thanks to Ma'am Preeti for the wonderful piece!

October 21, 2019 at 6:31 PM

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