POMEGRANATE
He plucked me from my stable roots
Of ocher, caressing my leathery skin,
Gently dancing his hands on my outskirts,
Flattering me into his grip of Titan
Strength. He told me how beautiful I was.
He tried peeling my mind, layer by layer,
But it became too exhausting for his cause.
Frustrated by unnatural, anxious tar
A silver ray, un-dulled, met me quick
As it kissed like a silent saw
And sliced through me with easy luck.
I bled for him. He held me raw
At last, too vulnerable to move.
My ruby tartness intrigued his insipidity-
So he abducted my abstract self and dove
And picked at me ravenously,
Eating away at my essence.
Buckets of garnet lacquer
Stained rows of white picket fences.
He kept devouring me after
All. I pleaded against the cruel fangs.
I did not feel the comfort of Demeter.
Oh, help me , please! Oh, help!
Her daughter will not save me for
I betrayed her. My pulp
Is weaker as he abuses my soul.
I lie in his wretched arms
Because I am alone. Saul
Will not even lead me home.
SO I bleed my scarlet tears
As he rips the best of me, Still
Trusting . And throws out the rusting, dear
Thing that is a cold, hard shell.
sharada ambady