Wangdi Gyalpo

Rookie (15th February,1980 / Darjeeling)

Flesh - Poem by Wangdi Gyalpo

When mighty rays
bid adieu
from the distant horizon
to receive reception from others.
Reluctantly I enter at one’s toilet
to prepare myself
for the hunting
and to live in incognito.

Equipping myself
with best attires,
make-ups and sensual lips
showing stimulating hips
I go to concrete jungle
butchering my true being
just to be a prey
of some rich bellies.

Every kinds.
Dark, fair,
stony, lean,
chubby and wrinkled
wolves
pounce on
my carcass
to quench their hunger.

The warmth and essence
of my body
that I inherited
from my beloved mother
have been blurred
warming uncountable icy beds
of cheap motels.

They cal themselves a good father
but daughters of others, they slaughter.
I am of their daughters’ age
but have to endure their lustful gaze.

Happiness and sorrows they share
and in vain, I ask Him, is it fair?
Those, who for some filthy reason
dumped me in an ocean
where there is no shore.
These days, they call me a whore


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 15, 2006



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