Woman: The Wife Of A Drunkard Poem by Aftab Alam

Have my body and flesh, eat
But I will never give my soul
You bloody owl

You walk every day
As a horrible dream
In my mind
You walk every night
In the world of beast.
Bramble and bushes
And swim on the pond
I scream I scream

I must not say
I don’t enjoy
For I, enjoy with flesh
Without the soul

Have my body and flesh, eat
But I will never give my soul
You bloody owl

Why you play with my dream
With my desire and thought
Drunkard: soul on the bottle
Lunch and dinner at a hotel
Whole day I wait for you
But you come at midnight,

Ah! Hunger of the body
Troubles you, you come
To quench the thirst of your lips
You drink and eat
My flesh and body
Without soul
Sleeps like a dead
My life a cemetery that you made
I have buried everything
In the hope to have you
To get you
You let me down
A tipsy pawn

Have my body and flesh, eat
But I will never give my soul
You bloody owl