The Poem

Somewhere out there, there's a poem waiting to get me,
I saw it in your eyes when they raped me last night,
It crawled out of your tongue and nibbled my insides,
I felt it shudder beneath me when you arched your private thighs,
And I hated the poem even more than I hated your sacred lies.


Somewhere out there, there's a poem waiting to get me,
They served it to me at the bar along wih my favourite wine,
I tried to drink it away till I lost all sense of time,
It folowed me when I staggered out to search for a friend,
And it hit me in the balls when I found a lady who had some love to lend.


Somewhere out there, there's a poem waiting to get me,
It sneaked up behind me the day my dream died,
It sat on my table top and laughed when I cried,
I grew old and grey but my poem still remained the same,
It was young and alive and it made me burn with shame.
New Delhi