Let she be her...

She never resisted.

While

the brushes of a painter

unveiled

her secrets

coloured

her highs dark

and

her body twisting

she never screamed

when brushes

refused to go

beyond her body

and

lustful sights

squelched through

her tearful eyes.

While

a poet

dug into

her beauty-treason

sailed through

her deep watery eyes

swung with

her silky hair

zoomed with

her leveled hips

she never cried

when

the pen

refused to move

slightly inside.

While

a crowd

chained her

wrapped her in toe to head

black coffin

she never protested

when

She was hunted

ate

drunk

torn

and thrown.


At least once

let her to discover

herself

beyond pen
brush

crowd

where

she delves

where

she means

a human

a cluster of emotions

a hoard of images

a bunch of aspirations

let she be her

a sky

a earth

and a dream!