Journey Of Life Never Ends Poem by Ratnakar Rout

You see a bare statue in your naked eyes, made up of stone
A skilled hand has carved out my image from a piece of stone,
you construe this and usher praise on his artistic endeavour.
You watch my curves with avid lust and passionately touch
the sensitive and forbidden parts my pretty structure.
Most deplorably in seclusion verify all my body parts
so minutely to satiate your unappeasable desire.
I don't mind for your weird childishness,
but remember even if you touch me you don't touch my heart.
At times your cruel hand strikes at me so hard it hurts me.
I scream with excruciating pain and weep at my soul silently,
because your uncanny behaviour pains me a lot.
Your unpalatable attitude puts me in to unendurable agony.
You very well know, I cannot reciprocate with vengeance
as my soft heart is not at all revengeful,
but, you are so atrocious, you enjoy defacing me.
You have awfully dented vary neatly engraved my adorable body parts.
How could you become so ruthless? How could you forget
that an artist had given his heart and soul to create me?
You know or not, I was not a mere statue for him,
I was his enduring love who was reigning his soul irrefutably.
Mind it, he has not created a figurine to manifest his artistic skill.
On the other hand, he has given a shape to his undying love
and created my image alive on a piece of immortal stone,
the result you see in my vivacious statue that catches your longing eyes.
It's not only an art you ordinarily perceive which has been created
by an accomplished hand but an engrossed mind filled with ceaseless love.
I am in an eternal waiting for his return to this place till a tiny piece
of my remnants is left behind here to feel his cherished touch and caress.
I wish one day he will come back definitely to release me
from this cursed embodiment and touch me fervently
for my salvation as the journey of life never ends.