वेश्या... Poem by pratima singh
वेश्या...
हर रात मैं,
अपने जिस्म को सजाती, संवारती हूँ..
फिर तलाशती हैं आँखें,
एक दूसरे जिस्म को..
जो मेरे जिस्म के बिस्तर पे सिलवटें देता है..
साथ मे चंद सिक्के भी..
वो मेरी हड्डियों मे लिपटे मांस को
आकार देने की कोशिश करता है.
फिर खुद को खो देता है..
उन्ही सिलवटों मे कहीं..
रूह वहीँ पास में चहलकदमी करती है..
पूरी रात..
जिस्म की तरह आदत नही उसे इन सबकी..
वो हर रात हैरान होती है..
झुंझलाती है मुझपे..
टोकती भी है,
यूँ जरूरतों के आगे,
खुद को परोसने से रोकती भी है..
नही समझती,
ये सब ऐसे ही चलेगा हमेशा..
जिस्मो का खेल होगा..
वो तमाशा देखेगी..
फिर एक दिन ऊब कर..
जिस्म का साथ छोड़ देगी..
हमेशा के लिए..।
Every night I decorate my body, dressing.. I can seek eyes again, to another body.. .. which is my body crumpled on the bed with a few coins in.. He wrapped meat on my bones shape tries to give. and loses herself.. .. somewhere in those folds , while the Spirit is to walk in.. all night.. not her body like a habit for all.. she is surprised every night.. Wow..nice debut poem. Welcome to our world of poetry dear poetess.. You have infinite potential and possibilities. Upkeep the habit of writing at a regular basis. This is what we learn from a prostitute. Abadhoot in Srimad Bhagavar had one of his Gurus as a prostitute too.A very serious theme to choose in a debut attempt. Thank you for sharing the poem.10 for it.
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5/19/2024 2:32:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
what a heart-touching poem u have composed on the most burning topic of our society.......let it flush this social evil..