A Mute Witness Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Today I made love with a goddess
Before a god peering down from the wall
And I can't say his face was all happiness
God, he was the lone man that saw it all!
God was unhappy that I had him tamed
Passionately unclothed but never ashamed
But when he created he could never measure
How much it means the carnal pleasure!
My act was so unkind, on his senses a tax
To be a mute witness to the steaming climax
While we lay there worn out and spent
He found little solace in his own testament!
Or did he feel sad and woefully dismal
Passively peering down from the wall?