Emotional Prostitute Poem by ANJALI KAKATI

Waited,
For the sabre
To stab my heart.
Waited,
For the familiar, piercing pain
To appear
As you disappear
Again
from my life.
Waited,
For the breathe
To collapse into
Those Silent sobs.
for my lips to part
in that bereaved grin,
eyes stoned,
gleaming,
non emoting.
As you walk away
Again
Ignoring me.
But this time,
This time
Though the sabre
Stabbed the heart
And bled it
Crimson red.
The pain
Did not pain
As I watched you disappear
Again
from my life'
The breath
Did not collapse
Nor did the lips
Part in that bereaved grin
As you walk away
Again
Ignoring me.
No
Love has not died in my heart.
Its still a rainbow
Sharp
Beyond the dark clouds.
Its just that
I now know
An emotional prostitute
To you
I mean
And a prostitute
Knows no pain.
She is not bereaved
Come you or go you,
Again and again and again.