Treasure Island

sreelekha premjit

(26-12-73 / india)

she stood dressed in green


She stood dressed in green
Twinkling bells of light, bright, dark green
And the soulful singers fluttered around
Voicing songs of joy and happiness
Then suddenly she shook me
Stark in her nakedness
Shorn of her green dress
The songsters disappeared
Was she part of Femen
Was she a member of an aggrieved party
Was this deliberate
This shedding, this unclothing
Or was this seasonal
Or inflicted
Maybe her beauty awed them
Maybe they wanted to punish her
Maybe this was her protest
Maybe she was in subjugation
Standing on the balcony of the fourth floor
I could look her in the eye
But she smiled slyly
A little sarcastically
And I was dumb.

Submitted: Sunday, March 18, 2012
Edited: Monday, February 24, 2014

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