The Other Woman Poem by Dr. Baishali Bhaumik Mitra

I wanted to grow in that love
severing all my ties.
With him I feel fresh as river wind
a sudden desire in a land so barren
mind so eager to touch the precious pearl!

But each time we made love
I would see her;
the other woman!
a beautiful illusion, an enchantment;
the other woman,
her smoky eyes
and lips cranberry and glitter.

Hours follow hours and
I lie alone in my mind
I close my eyes in his loving embrace
but I see another sight.
I see their golden brown bodies
warm and humming.

I begin with hating her
jealousy pungent, corrosive.
But when I see her eyes I see no evil
the other woman;
In her searching eyes
In her nights of joy, solitude
It is the same search of love
that I wear in mine.
the music of her quickened breath
matches with mine.

There are voices in my head now!
Our lives are already mixed
like past and future,
promises and disappointments
beyond the kisses and the perfume!
What would tell me where I belong
the love of the man or

the right of the woman?
A lonely moan hardens my breath
I stretch my hand to
fulfill my book of errors
for I realize, not her but

it’s me who is the other woman!