Scarlet Woman Poem by Indranil Ganguly

Hey you, the sulky girl,
acclimatized in an abattoir,
browbeaten to languor.

Crooning over a toddy,
spiteful, woebegone, yet so snotty,
no qualms in stripping off,
seeking pomposity.

Hey you, the nebulous,
quixotic and portentous,
comely and odious.

Denied of absolution,
cringing achingly to vituperation and the quaintness of pettifogging abstention,
stop confused circumlocution of revolution,
repose and bring on retribution.