TODAY -
How She Became An Exhibitionist!
Jayanta Oinam *
If beauty ever could killed,
I would never have had a scare.
Rather, I would have succumbed:
No more, no less, and
The beauty could have been blamed.
But I knew,
Shadows are there to stay,
Like a puff on ramp;
Few taunts and moments of ecstasy.
There I should have known
Even prayers could have gone awry, all wrong!
Did I know:
A heaven is not enough,
For me, seven colours wasn't enough either.
A gaze was there, followed by
A grave, in silence.
Beauty, is all like that
Imperfections, tears and eyeballs;
Dolls, hairs and wails.
At least, she became an exhibitionist!
* Poem written by Jayanta Oinam ( a regular contributor to e-pao.net) . The poet can be contacted at jayanta_oinam(at)rediffmail(dot)com . You can also check out his blog at Leitmotif
This poem was webcasted on December 15, 2008.
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