In the Groaning underbelly of steel maidens..
Hanging amongst grimy collar.
Her Nomadic thoughts camp.
To the night.
Virginity lostto the husband she met hours ago.
When he made love to one and a half kilos of gold.
She will now go hometo feed his gastric rage
constipated by desi rum.
his jaundiced eyes.
his jaundiced eyes.
Tired of staring at bosoms dancing in the throes of jasmine.
tired of drooling.
At someone’s mother.someone’s sister
and then she will feed his four month old son
he will stare at naked meat.
then he will slap her
.God crowned by scriptures.
by his divine birthright.
The necrophilewill rape her.
Again and again.
Contaminate her and call her whore.
And then she will stuff her fist into her mouth.
And sleep in her blood.
and nine months later die in labor.
another one in billion primate.
he and his brother.
by-products of cannibalism.
by-products of cannibalism.
wife beaters…
eve teasers..
chillum smokers.
two other nameless faceless bastards.
just two more squirming maggots.
in Mumbai's perennial gutter.
1 comment:
you should've tried law u know.. and thanks for the comment on my blog. i'd love to think of my poems as ballads!
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