I was a Virgin, sublimely pure Like mother Mary, divine for sure Though my heart had skipped many a beat My legs had stood firmly on their feet As pure as the first drop of dew Desi Ghee from a chef’s point of view Honey from a comb gently plucked Mother’s milk hungrily sucked One fateful day, I lost my footing And was carried away by our frenzied petting Without a vow of “Till death do us part” My feet were now as weak as my heart Overcome by shameless lust And my moral virtues biting the dust With a strange mix of pleasure and pain I knew I would never be pure again For weeks and weeks did I quietly weep Clueless on a secret I had to keep Now, reflecting, I laugh aloud Oblivious to the mocking crowd I wonder why people get a migraine For willfully losing a membrane It is not a wound that has to be healed I hope this issue is forever sealed!!
So real and lively........ Its just so identifiable with....... Reading this poem of yours one can actually live the protagonist's feelings being conveyed...... And this is first time i'm feeling a protagonist's voice in a poem...... Maybe your way of way of expressing it i guess....... Thank you...... It was an enriching experience.........
First of all Ramya, I have to thank Quebec for nominating this little gem of a poem to FP. If not for the nomination, I would have missed reading it! So well written and the subject! Yes, high time such poems are written and let's hope more follows from the pen! So many sing about the nobility of being chaste. What real chastity means is lost to everyone's understanding. Like 'Ram teri Ganga meili', can Ganga ever be 'meili' if not for the sinners who use her? I wonder why people get a migraine For willfully losing a membrane It is not a wound that has to be healed I hope this issue is forever sealed!! Need to applaud your above lines especially. We have seen innumerable films and read numerous news items where the girl invites death for losing her virginity. Much ado about nothing?!! L, Kamla
Thank you all so much for your appreciation. I was forced to start writing by DH who gets paranoid about the regressive values in our society and ends up fighting. He also feels that the hypocrisy prevalent in our social system is a larger impediment to growth as compared to economic or political factors. I am presently planning to pen down a real life story about a friend whom I met at the club. And the above issue was being widely discussed. I have never written before but I do have a good critic at home. This has been a new experience for me. And your feedback makes it even more liberating. Thank you.