Treasure Island

Aftab Alam

(15 th April 1967 / , , RANCHI,)

Lust: The Rape


'When you say, I love you
Hate comes within out
A sprout of poisonous weed,
Abhorrence from the soul
And spit from the body.

When you touch my body
For the evil enjoyment
And crush with the stalk
Blurred I’m completely
Unto the graveyard, I walk.'

A rape is, f..King body
Which is the dead;
Crying and shouting
And requesting:
“All sorts of entreaties”

Heaven turns the face aside
Perhaps: -
Disgusts from the existence
Of soul and body,
“An angel is spoiled by Satan”

Submitted: Monday, September 02, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 02, 2013

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