An Arcadian Poem by DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK

The heart of yours was given to a man
By virtue of marriage
And with the blessing of your parents
Barely were you a flower then
When sepals struggled to hold you unblemished
And condemned was the corolla to be flourished
Then were you plucked and gifted to a stranger
Young hearts met and no love lost
In between the marriage to consummate
Joy was the consequence
With the showering of a lovely baby
In your lap from heaven
Indeed a baby gift to a baby child
Being so transformed into mama primitively
Angelique smiled, as you always stood dazzled
And as if bathed in springtide
Sad or happy none could surmise
Being woman and mother were as if your things of play
When childhood was supposed to be your privilege
Love, lust, greed and smell all combined made the bee
To hover and sip off sweet and leave you a dry treat
As you were seen with no child and man beside
Still you are seen walking down the street with a big smile
And the man with another woman is seen strolling countryside with your child
You dress up with elegance
You put on powder and lipstick in abundance
Thinking to lure your man one day
But time is strolling away
Leaving you in the lurch and loneliness
And that is pushed aside and glorified by your innocence
But sometimes I see tears welled up in your eyes
As if fancied by an intuition
That your man will never come back again