By Shemily P.John, University College of Bahrain. 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 modif
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……………………
