Supple fingers gently grip me
lifted... your curled lips I see
satiating whiff of fragrant herb
relished with a slurp
enjoyed my dearie to the last drop
drunk in ambrosia
evanescent amor severed
you heartlessly crushed
savoured my stash
and sent me to trash.
She is naïve
Spontaneously sweet
Even if you rave
Rarely would she tweet.
Loaded with love and care
twitched face is a rare
Summit of patience
Miffed, will spring with resilience.
A worthy confidant
Manages every truant
When dumped she renounces
Insulted she bounces.
But her fate always swings
From father to husband to son or kins
With clipped wings.
raped, slaughtered, Harassed
Sans love in obligation trapped
Killed bodily, choked tenderly
Abused emotionally, tormented lovingly
And SILENCED …daily.
Every woman has grit of iron,
Grace to silently be a doyen.
