Friday, 5 October 2012


“FRAILTY, THY NAME IS WOMAN!”…?

Frozen rain from her eyes
Became pearls on her cheeks.
Her glittering eyes and rosy lips
Seeking something for her Cherub.
She tried to cover him with her veil
To protect him from rain and cold.

She was like a golden sprite
But never had a royal garb.
Her robe could not hide her curves
And it was lurid but was torn.
Her flesh was peeping through the slits
Looking at the world with fear.

Bees came to taste her luscious lips
Which they can’t find in flowers.
Stars looked at her with shame
Her flashy eyes were fluttering with flame.
Golden fishes lurked behind the rocks
By seeing her loin in the light.

She became a whore to quench his thirst
And to feed him with her hand.
Anyone who passes by her side
Try to drip and melt in her.
And her mind was clear and pure
But the fate made her a little quean.

They quaffed the sweet honey in her
And made her body sodden with sweat.
They paid some coins for her honey
That they extracted from her body.
She mixed her tears with those coins
And bought some food for her child.

She never ate or drank for her
She lived for her only child.
When her Cherub cried for milk
She placed his head to her bosom.
But there would be so many heads
To quench their thirst and eat her flesh.


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