Under those unmade satin sheets of unholy decadence
Those sheets that were riddled with wrinkles unsmoothened
By my hasty fingers trying in vain to erase the past few hours
Smelling of musky maleness and stinking perspiration of unwashed bodies
Under this sheet lay hidden the invisible corpse of my innocence
While the bud of chastity was crushed cruelly into the satin sheets
Those that are smeared with blood of my deflowering
Or is it the blood from the wounds of bleeding hopes

In my eyes a half spun dream of innocence takes its last sighing breath
A love story , my incomplete love story has died
And my eyes like barren holes, dried of all emotion
Staring into the space vacantly into nothingness
I have no tears of regret for its grave under unmade sheets
Innocent in my adolescent years we shared smiles
From across windows that faced each other
A mute friendship with no spoken word blossomed
And grew into a saga of love with conversing eyes
That met across the windows as I stepped into juvenility

Promises never spoken aloud but shared in caressing gaze
Were fragrant in my soul, my life
And they made me forget my fate, my plight
When the Time came for me to follow my mother in the market’ s boudoir
Protest shrieked fell on indifferent ears
And My mother helpless and old before her years
Became the shackle of my blossoming, rebelling love

And today with unshed tears swallowed
I became a bride of the decadent night
My innocence was put on sale for vultures in human form
And as the flowers braided in my hair were withered
By hands scalding ,bruising my skin in lust
I burnt over the pyres of hell
While my innocent love story became a sighed wish of the past
And I became another bride of decadent nights
With body for sale as a living carcass…