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