‘I have danced
The Dance of the Demons, ’
Said the attractive woman.
A negative energy
Gets the better of me at times.
In my childhood my father mishandled me.
My grandpa did the same
With a cousin of mine.
Even I was on the verge of mishandling
A female cousin of mine.
I threw my son from my lap
When I wanted to fight
With my partner.
Another time I thrashed my son
With his teddy bear,
A dozen times.
My aggression gets the better of me.
I get wild when I’m angry
And turn to a fury.
To me Tantra is a cocktail
Of love, sexuality and meditation.
I haven’t embraced the inner child in me.
I’m still working on the polarity
Of my yin and yang.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem