Devastated Bougainville

She was filled with Dainty feminine aura
Like the first spring ray reflecting from dew
Her world was simple
Filled with Jesus, Joy and Jam.
Fairies filled day day dream
Teddy accompanied her supper

On a single episode,
A dirty hand crept onto her soft bossom
Under the bedsheet
Soft bossom, as soft as the frangrance of Frangipani
But the room was filled with gust of ganja
And air with lust for flesh
He Ripped her clothes, sealed her mouth
The young uninvolved girl lay bare to heaven and hell
Unable to outpower the drunken demon
The Man pounded her with his dirty rod
Slapped her with carnivorous severity
The Man sprayed his seed all over her
Flower and her innocence were crumpled
She was the devastated Bougainville after cyclone
He had a sense of barbaric victory
To have stood above her

Hallelujah Hallelujah

She lay there still breathing fear
Shaking and groaning with pain
Butterfly in her was killed
Child in her was no more
Her wail didn't reach heavens
Days started becoming dark and dark became demonic
That Episode was Yet another night
Where Starry stars staring into the darkness
Moon toured across horizon
But a star on earth faded
Fragrance and Fumes coexisted
She is not poem, she is life!




© Karthik