Kook Kook! m’lady
What layeth beneath thine blouse?
Is it a precious jewel
That you have beneath it housed?
Kook kook! m’lady
what layeth under your veil
Is it the secret to eternal life
Or is it an old dark tale?
“Nay my noble man”
The mysterious damsel spake
“I am bound by an oath
That I cannot break
Beneath my blouse
Lies my fragile heart
And until the day
True love arrives
With it I cannot part”
P.S. If you still don’t get it this might help
She’s only 24,
Just twelve pages older
Than I will be in another day,
But she has seen the dark of night
Several hundred times more than I have
She’s walks in,
Leading a troop of five
Two on either side
Clinging to her skinny arms
Bearing episodes
She’d rather not talk about
While the fifth
Rests in a sling around her neck
Leeching away her
last ounce of strength
“Maarta hai kya?
Relation ke time zabardasti karta hai kya raat ko?
Bol na!”
The piercing cry
of the four month old
Voices the torment she tries to mask
“Operation kar ke band karva le!
Mar jayegi!”
God doesn’t allow it, she says
I wonder
How he allows this?
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