By Anupama Bhargava
Her stepfather knocks her flesh and pokes
his bony fingers inside her olive porcelain cheeks and says,
" I want to show how much I love you!" and under the
sheet the current rushes.
Sounds of whooping silence coarse through
The charmed features are etched in his
palms, once again and her color marches away in mourning in the
Relation seems to have elapsed his azure
His hand strain till the coverings, so
vexatious to him, jars the earth.
The clothes hit the floor and his hands her
body, eroding everything in the way, like the first sound from
the treacherous echo!
Her eyes can only excite detestation and
sympathy for herself,
When not running the whole gamut of tears
spurning other foreign aches,
As he passes his manhood into utter
monstrosity inside her.
At the age of ten, she is entrusted with an
adult secret, and also
This is how she is made to realize the magnitude of her
errors committed throughout the day, at night by his stiff
breech, when her every nerve lies exposed under his skin!