The Bizarre Act

The body whole naked
mind enslaved
the soul brutally tortured
misery exploited
most heinous game
played with her
all night by the
savage monster.

In the morn
freshened with
young day light color
with crossed arms
polite and elite
he appears
on the posters
to her delight
dreams of heaven he assures
to woo the voters.

Her's is so weak a memory
to remember the nightmare.

Her fate is so bizarre.

by Binaya Kumar Mohanty

Comments (2)

Lovely poem shared.Thanks for posting.
most heinous game played with her all night by the savage monster..... and such people are well accepted and seen as great in the society........ thank you for this poem dear poet. tony