Sunday Poem By Debarati Sen

Life of a Souteneur

The days you addressed me with your shrill falsetto and covered me in a red muslin,
The nights you moved your fingers through my hair and untied my braid!
Your stroke my arms and ruffled both my shirt and my heart.
I was hardly sixteen
Unaware of your falsity.
As you unbuttoned my shirt
My innocence went for a toss.
Your ravenous looks abraded my chastity.
The pale yellow light flickered
As you put out the paraffin light,
Only to plunge my life into utter darkness.
I delved into an abyss of obesquious hatred
As u spit out my heart with your bettle juice.
My faint rumbles fell flat!
Far away the factory whistle dwindled into oblivion
Like my innocuous mutterings.
Your monstrous laughter shattered the stillness of the night.
As you hurled abuses at me to satiate your lust
I realized I enticed only your libido, not your heart!
When push came to shove,your eyes blurted out the epiphany;
A souteneur can never be a bride!