AN UNREVIEWED POETRY...

It's a Saturday night

& he's working late.

Its okay...

because he says he loves me.

he returns home tired,

& opens the bedroom door,

I'm lying on the bed

with lots of pain in my head.

He unbuttons his shirt,

takes off his tie

I get up to help..

He holds me by my waist,

pulls me towards his body,

I say 'NO'...

I had cramps in my stomach,

"I'm sorry for having my periods"

on A SATURDAY NIGHT'!

I whispered into his ears

the state my body was in.

he laughed it off!

He pushed me onto 

the bed & jumped on me,

as if making love to him

wasn't an option

but an obligation...

& he slept early that night,

I didn't...

because it hurt...

But love hurts right?

the next mornin' he wants tea in bed,

I request him to make it,

But he says no...

so I made the tea...

Because that's also what

love is about-

right?

understanding when your partner 

says NO...

But yesterday night

my 'NO' had mattered less...

Nights pass into oblivion,

In the daylight his servant

& in the moonlight his wine,

I am.....

There  I am left to decay

like a crumpled paper-cup...

like a house of cards

one blow from caving in;

he robbed me off myself....

& left me to pass away 

unnoticed

into an eternal silence...!

Reviews

[Zoya]

Very powerful. That's how quite a lot of men see women...a thing, that's all.
A worthwhile write, glad i read it!

[NEHA]

I'm glad you found my poem a powerful one!
thanks
#cheers

[Zoya]

...Cheers!

[Wild Rose]

Is That love?
When mine is unable She takes me in hand and does what is needed gently and caring with lots and lots of love
I like it almost as much

[NEHA]

well, thank you!
this is actually an Indian story- marital rape!

[Wild Rose]

Not just Indian it world over > Mans right to have sex whenever he wants and no protection
But cant comment on that

[NEHA]

very true...