Fortune - The tricky Mistress
By Danish Mand Khan
The poem is a remembrance. Mislead by fortune to enter the forest and then the wretched trade, begins the dark life of a woman.
Like dark angels, friends disappear, pain kills the father and the sorrow dwells on the petrifying soul, taking away the innocence.
‘Sir, where you go?’
Glimpse you take, here a bit
Altogether heaven shall I bestow
Bequeath you I, fulfillment eternal
Taste me if you’d, sugary I would
If hold me you, blissfully warmth I give you
Take in O Signor!
Sterile frame of yours, I breathe the life
Whimper you, under the frost’s yoke
Me? Tender glare of benign sunshine
Believe not me, if you do
Glance at the bulge reveal you
O yes, see them once, Run for the sweet, Ah! The sweetness of life
What use this life if not you enjoy?
Ride us together. Infinite delight assuredly you derive
Come we together, Goddess am I
Carnival this is, Clown am I
Amuse you I, allow me you
Be you my master and I your slave
My home this is, the bed of roses
Son of Adam, many have I pampered
Partake you too, absolute pleasure
Stay away no more, child your awaits
Strip me off! Order you I
Away you do with garments inside
Together we go, slow heaven stride
O yes my child, cease never you do
Never going is I, such warmth inside
Session terminated, to hell with you!
Scamp you are, Give’st you my reward
Indeed I deserve for the bitch I are
Best at my job, proficient craftsman
A paper, my worth, that’s all
Nothing more entail do I
Bright cold circle, beckoning me to sleep
Bed of nails, prick me into soul
The bitch she was, for her am I sold up whole!
Gloom did she give,
Heaven so blind
Guilty is she, for this shape of mine
Crucify on the cross, O Jesus! You step down
Tears roll down every darkness, the heavens drown
A girl she was, small she was
Born she was, in a family I know
Apple of the eye, the sweet nimble fruit
Odium so powerful, kill her I, never remorseful
Played she nice, Played she well
Listen y’all the tale I tell
Loved her all, small and old
Fate loved her with arms fold
Miserable am I, destiny you’d fall
Amusing her games, she and I played
Melancholy of one, no doubt dissuade
Went into the woods, they did one day
Played and amused till fatigued that day
Upon return, sun seem’th murky
Men they saw, From East
High were they, appalling indeed
Outlaw to enter the forest it was
Outlaws were they, outlaws were them
The friend had I, ran
Held they the hands, the frail soft hands
Removed the skirt .O! The bitch was wearing
Three men were all, devoured her they all
Cry and cry and cry did she,
Virgin mother Mary, profusely wept she
Blood dropped leisurely
Men they ran, too hurriedly
Rose up she with dying potency
Home when she came, all were bright
Father returned home so glad
A god boy he’d found for her to wed
‘Too late too late, the bitch’s lost’
Smirked I
Dreadful tale she did tell
Father couldn’t take it, went he to hell
Mother damned her, outside you go
Fruit turned sour, away did she go
Somewhere in the streets, dejected she lay
Women her found, fortune’s sway
Raised her up in trade and being
Now she lives, a popular whore
When see her I, blood of mine does boil
Talk to her, she doesn’t reply
‘Why me’? I never deny
Abuse the bitch when I do
She blurts out, ‘why did you?’
Guilty you are for this sin you did
Then sobs and snivels, why did you why?
‘Bitch you are Bitch you be’
For that ‘ bitch’ is none but me.
Like dark angels, friends disappear, pain kills the father and the sorrow dwells on the petrifying soul, taking away the innocence.
‘Sir, where you go?’
Glimpse you take, here a bit
Altogether heaven shall I bestow
Bequeath you I, fulfillment eternal
Taste me if you’d, sugary I would
If hold me you, blissfully warmth I give you
Take in O Signor!
Sterile frame of yours, I breathe the life
Whimper you, under the frost’s yoke
Me? Tender glare of benign sunshine
Believe not me, if you do
Glance at the bulge reveal you
O yes, see them once, Run for the sweet, Ah! The sweetness of life
What use this life if not you enjoy?
Ride us together. Infinite delight assuredly you derive
Come we together, Goddess am I
Carnival this is, Clown am I
Amuse you I, allow me you
Be you my master and I your slave
My home this is, the bed of roses
Son of Adam, many have I pampered
Partake you too, absolute pleasure
Stay away no more, child your awaits
Strip me off! Order you I
Away you do with garments inside
Together we go, slow heaven stride
O yes my child, cease never you do
Never going is I, such warmth inside
Session terminated, to hell with you!
Scamp you are, Give’st you my reward
Indeed I deserve for the bitch I are
Best at my job, proficient craftsman
A paper, my worth, that’s all
Nothing more entail do I
Bright cold circle, beckoning me to sleep
Bed of nails, prick me into soul
The bitch she was, for her am I sold up whole!
Gloom did she give,
Heaven so blind
Guilty is she, for this shape of mine
Crucify on the cross, O Jesus! You step down
Tears roll down every darkness, the heavens drown
A girl she was, small she was
Born she was, in a family I know
Apple of the eye, the sweet nimble fruit
Odium so powerful, kill her I, never remorseful
Played she nice, Played she well
Listen y’all the tale I tell
Loved her all, small and old
Fate loved her with arms fold
Miserable am I, destiny you’d fall
Amusing her games, she and I played
Melancholy of one, no doubt dissuade
Went into the woods, they did one day
Played and amused till fatigued that day
Upon return, sun seem’th murky
Men they saw, From East
High were they, appalling indeed
Outlaw to enter the forest it was
Outlaws were they, outlaws were them
The friend had I, ran
Held they the hands, the frail soft hands
Removed the skirt .O! The bitch was wearing
Three men were all, devoured her they all
Cry and cry and cry did she,
Virgin mother Mary, profusely wept she
Blood dropped leisurely
Men they ran, too hurriedly
Rose up she with dying potency
Home when she came, all were bright
Father returned home so glad
A god boy he’d found for her to wed
‘Too late too late, the bitch’s lost’
Smirked I
Dreadful tale she did tell
Father couldn’t take it, went he to hell
Mother damned her, outside you go
Fruit turned sour, away did she go
Somewhere in the streets, dejected she lay
Women her found, fortune’s sway
Raised her up in trade and being
Now she lives, a popular whore
When see her I, blood of mine does boil
Talk to her, she doesn’t reply
‘Why me’? I never deny
Abuse the bitch when I do
She blurts out, ‘why did you?’
Guilty you are for this sin you did
Then sobs and snivels, why did you why?
‘Bitch you are Bitch you be’
For that ‘ bitch’ is none but me.
Author's Note: Synopsis
Robbed of her sweet innocence, in the forest; deserted by her friend, She returns to be turned out by her mother on being damned for life. She now allures the devils pawn with her beauty for seething vengeance seeks answers.
Robbed of her sweet innocence, in the forest; deserted by her friend, She returns to be turned out by her mother on being damned for life. She now allures the devils pawn with her beauty for seething vengeance seeks answers.
Danish Mand Khan
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A sprinkle of a speaker,
A shadow of a footballer and a colorful Quill yielder.
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