A Virgin In First Night. - Poem by Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
The petals of the flower have crinkled.
The crest of the apple has slanted,
Its peduncle having relaxed.
There’re cuts littered on fleshy stem.
The burrow was bored to bring a stream
The cortex was torn, latex oozing.
Not that a tree is in destruction
but that a virgin is in consummation.
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