The sun slithers behind the horizon
Dimming the light the night arrives .
In this darkness she raises her head
Robed luridly, her hood she spreads
Brandishing seductive glances ,
Swashes spreading her trance .
Veiling her rancor, forges smile.
Predicaments, so what , turn her vile .
Driven by perpetuating plight
Trades her days with the night.
Willingly places her self on pyre
To become the vestige of carnal desire
Of saints in respected raiment
Profoundly proud of their payments.
Their life, veritably , bereft of flavour
Feign to bestow upon her a favour.
Shrieks her soul, in colossal pain ,
Consensually ravaged for meager gain.
Yet she solely pays the price.
For her sun sets with every sunrise
Primordial patriarchy leaves him untarnished
By blinded milieu she is vehemently banished.
@ Bilquis Fatima
A densely woven, vibrant work that immerses the reader in its mythic tropes.
Thank you Sir for for your views on this poem.
A splendid,intricate,lyrical poem .
Thank you Sir for your encouraging comment
Nature pitted against human nature. Very insightful.
Thank you for reading and appreciating it.