To and fro, To and fro, her fingers go, round the candle’s wick.
“This is fun.” she thinks, “Ohh! What a trick!”
Her saree well draped,
The flow of fire, liquid.
Her delicate anklets tinkling,
The burning feet.
To and fro, To and fro, her fingers go, round the candle’s wick.
“This is fun.” she thinks, “Ohh! What a trick!”
The tongue of fire,
Her lush dark hair;
The jasmine fragrance fading;
The overpowering reek.
To and fro, To and fro, her fingers go, round the candle’s wick.
“This is fun.” she thinks, “Ohh! What a trick!”
Her lovely face, melting,
Her teary eyes, sparkling.
Her gasps for breath, heaving,
Her cries for relief.
To and fro, To and fro, her fingers go, round the candle’s wick.
“This is fun.” she thinks, “Ohh! What a trick!”
Women, both of them,
The killer and the victim.
One plays with the candle,
The other is the wick.
To and fro, To and fro, her fingers go, round the candle’s wick.
“This is fun.” she thinks, “Ohh! What a trick!”
Her smile, smug, contorted
Her gaze, intense hatred.
Her eyes eager, hungry;
The ultimate greed.
To and fro, To and fro, her fingers go, round the candle’s wick.
“This is fun.” she thinks, “Ohh! What a trick!”
A voice against Dowry Deaths, on Women's day.
“This is fun.” she thinks, “Ohh! What a trick!”
Her saree well draped,
The flow of fire, liquid.
Her delicate anklets tinkling,
The burning feet.
To and fro, To and fro, her fingers go, round the candle’s wick.
“This is fun.” she thinks, “Ohh! What a trick!”
The tongue of fire,
Her lush dark hair;
The jasmine fragrance fading;
The overpowering reek.
To and fro, To and fro, her fingers go, round the candle’s wick.
“This is fun.” she thinks, “Ohh! What a trick!”
Her lovely face, melting,
Her teary eyes, sparkling.
Her gasps for breath, heaving,
Her cries for relief.
To and fro, To and fro, her fingers go, round the candle’s wick.
“This is fun.” she thinks, “Ohh! What a trick!”
Women, both of them,
The killer and the victim.
One plays with the candle,
The other is the wick.
To and fro, To and fro, her fingers go, round the candle’s wick.
“This is fun.” she thinks, “Ohh! What a trick!”
Her smile, smug, contorted
Her gaze, intense hatred.
Her eyes eager, hungry;
The ultimate greed.
To and fro, To and fro, her fingers go, round the candle’s wick.
“This is fun.” she thinks, “Ohh! What a trick!”
A voice against Dowry Deaths, on Women's day.
7 comments:
WOOOOWWWWW!!!
Do I need to say anything else ?
AMAZING!
A women....a murdered, a victim...
How ironical!!!
Well put!!!
Interesting work.
Thanks "fizz"ing inside, d sinner and artster! I was a bit skeptical as to whether this poem would drive the point home! I am glad it did!
sure it did :) hard hitting yet touching.
The emotions run deep in this one! is this ever gonna end! Imagine a scenario where in men replace the position of women in dowry deaths. When this happens maybe maybe things are gonna change!
Sur, this is a masterpiece! I absolutely loved it...you have outdone yourself!
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