The pain volts across
Spiral jolts
Saturating her very existence
Negative forces
Host equilibrium of vibrations
As if castrating her womb
and depriving her of her own flesh and blood
was not enough torture,
The devil bribed
Her vessel
Made of earthly clay
Upon which lay her chastity
Her emblem of divinity
The sun rises elsewhere
Not in her part of the world
The moon wanes
Three quarters
Always in shadow
Time flies as the jackdaw
While the law of physics negate
When sacred limbs
Neither move nor subjugate
As if caught still in stunt
The force of alchemy
Seemed to run wild in victory
Smacking its disgusting lips
Laughing at her
invisible eyes
scrutanised her every move
mesasuring
waiting
for a chance
to pounce
salivating for years
to quench its thirst
her essence
imprinted in the memory
yet she held no grudges
that commence
the attribute of the weak
having faith in her guardian
up above
She held up tall
and forgave
Drowning
Falling
to recover
again and again
But for how long, it would last
None can predict
All she conceived
Was that
Through the thickest fog
And the murkiest waters
No matter what prevails ahead
Her tears would never be, " FOR SALE"
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem