The wife of a man (Feministic thoughts)

When you held my hand, I felt the tightened fist, hot and hard

From that day, you dragged me and grabbed me

I stayed delighted, with the caressing hands, and sleepless nights

Made me only proud, oh! You like me, the most craving desire, oh! He is happy!

How well I have been modifying myself, to present me as your possession

I was too upset with the dark spots, the stretch marks became my nightmares

I didn’t jump, didn’t walk fast, the seductive heights of branches always allured

But I never tried, to keep me untorn, for you and I was anxious to present me

Like a bouquet of untanned petals, a pool of sanctified  water

Preserved, even declining seductive dreams

My sights were low, to pertain from temptations

Bosom, tightened anxiously … the petals are divine

I lived and born and breathed and is warm,  for you

Getting suffocated like the color button

Entangled in the sweat and despair heat

Tight, I hate, about to break in among your upraised Adam’s apple

I sleep into your armpits where day’s struggle entices

Dreaming of the day, every night, the day brightens

The color of your shirt deserves my choice

Your shoes revitalizes my eyes

Clean, and tidy, my slogans, you are there for it

Presenting spotless walls, is my devotion

Are you the deity, evoking my sensations asking more and more

Surrendering this life, trivial and mean…

Deity, I chanted day and night, and I am still

Serving has become my right, your sweat my anointing urge

Nothing more, be the petal, the untouched one, pink with the drop of water plunged

Lean to remain now as the dust hesitating to touch your feet, under your feet……………………