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Virginity: Poem and Smiles
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Editor’s Note: There’s is much of hue and cry over a woman’s virginity. Let’s leave the serious analysis of what it is, why is it so important and about the society’s views on it for later. For now, here is a take on it by ramyakrish1, one of our IL members. I am sure it will make you smile.
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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!!
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