she was innocent
smiling coyly
talking sweet
hugging softly
winking happily
and tasting lovely
they raped the poem girl
they took away her frock
and untied her petticoats
and tore apart her panties
and forced her to lie
upon a thorny bed
and mantled upon her bleeding core
and made her weep and sob with grief
the new genre of poets
they in the name of poetry
rape her and loot her beauties
and stuff with vulgar weeds
my dear poet virgin
adulterated in the hearts of men
who call their creations poetry.
so much pain in ur poem dear we are having identical vies, so i wrote 'molestation bid'just read it..... good one dear.....10.. donot forget to rate it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem in his sense is good and nice, I am aged but find this poem smooth like flowing river of Ganga.