by Bakul Banerjee
Today, that suave man did not come, but …
he will return to alter your shape and state.
Where is the space on this earth that you will fill?
You kept your promise to spread a daily banquet
and to perform every act in the pleasure playbook.
Yet, you failed to ride out the waves of hope
to cleanse him with the spring rain of love.
You deserved the hurt, you thought. You were ready
to die under the Mimosa tree. You were not a child
when you yearned to touch his face and hair,
but puzzled about the kisses shunned.
Love was the last thing on his mind.
He wants to own you by killing you
with your wrists tied
behind your back.
Only then, he may render your brain
in the kitchen fire, spreading
the essence on his bread.
Award winning author and poet Bakul Banerjee, Ph.D. published her first volume of poems, titled “Synchronicity: Poems” in 2010. For the past fifteen years, her poems and stories appeared in several literary magazines and anthologies throughout U.S. and India. She lives near Chicago and received her Ph.D. degree in computational geophysics from The Johns Hopkins University, Maryland.
My heart bleeds at the emotional debauchery that Women undergo…so aptly expressed in your poem! Ruthlessly worded and stingingly expressed…the ending is graphic and so hard hitting!