And Thus Was She Born! Poem by Manas Mukherjee

That love is in two minds,
Thy passion gets breached;
The bliss, those with might, preached
And doth thy pleasure binds.
They, thy spirits, on thee feast,
And fetch, with a bloody glass, thy share
For thee to dine thy flesh, that they spare;
For thee to rot, and hark! The God made a beast!

Perchance thou once upward glanced,
And yet the fall deceived thee,
With all its rhythm the one eyed witch danced,
As bloomed fair her life's glory
To the zenith forth the mud,
And alas behold O Jupiter! It sets the virgin free!