And then she tastes her scythe
With the pleasure of a nocturnal nightingale
Away from everything and beheaded from affection
The days show no attraction of their longevity
Or the nights will not lose hope upon the male sovereignty
The goddess of temptress , the fire ov hell
Hollow sights of blinding love,and mandatory grace of memory
Keeps their hungers apart,bows down their hope
Now is she liberated or is she still need a lustful of greed?
In the dead of the night,he turns into she and she turns into he
And in the rays of the sun,what she can think of is 'let it be'
The words of love turns into droplets of violent wine
And the promises of togetherness turns into funeral wind
Her breasts bear the mark and her child witnesses the truth
Ohh thy Women,the creator of earthly beings
And the bringer of nocturnal fire in the hell
Rise above the dominance, leave no trace to destroy
One day the violent dawn will arise
With the command of ten hands and the beast...
And the victim will be - US!
Illustration Courtesy- Panchali Bharali
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