FOOTPRINTS
At the mouth a river ceases to be the river
as she empties into tides that swiftly take over
thro' false promises made by sea, the sensual lover,
without adequate foreplay her sweet body is won over;
the tryst at the delta is a witness to the pretenses
made under moonlight by the foaming, fretting waters
by the artful flex of masculine muscles
where she is a sheer show of poor reflex,
in the artifice of roaring waves, a forced silence;
‘Everything is fair in love', he says before subsuming
her soul under the wide stretch of his vast body
with undying, endless hunger
when she is a poor lust, a semblance of desire;
undressed she walks on the sprawling sands
with a defleshed body, outraged soul
and the poor marks of her footprints
as she wobbles on,
are washed away by a cruel, fuming shore!
COPY RIGHT: @ SAROJ K. PADHI / 08.04.18
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