The Day I Lost My Clitoris


My faith, succumbed to, Satan’s curse
Which sowed, in me, the ‘bud of sin’
How found mullahs, in Allah’s verse
My perdition, down to, inch of skin!

By six, when I felt it, sprouting there
O’er slit of shame, my bud of bliss
Half-women, of my clan, how dare, they spare?
Slit the woman off me, with moral malice!

Now I daresay, what all I lost!
A rhapsody, not meant to be
An impotence, my faith’s coerced cost
A dead doll me, for my man’s orgy!

I slither, in the sands, of sin and lust
Unspent yearnings, brim my, soul’s abyss
I search for HER; I lost in faith’s dust
Since The Day I Lost My Clitoris!

© 2018 Vikas Chandra

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