(85) Concubine's gift

(85) Concubine’s gift.
Sona that was her name, a name she created for herself,
bed coffee to the full sip, followed by bread toast with jam,
she was licking to the full satisfaction, her habit was wont to be,
licking all the fingers top to the bottom, threw the plate to the sink,
licking, licking with sounds similar to kisses and nothing more.
It was really a sink full of stink and smell foul, flies and cockroaches,
invading as desires and passion infected her body to the core.
The fire was burning, burning, the paramour was generating,
His fire was burning by her filthy desire,
Her mouth watering, hungry looks craving for more and more.
“ I want somemore,”she looked, hunger unappeased,
“ I am exhausted”, he fell unconscious.

From bread to bed decked with perfumed and floral scents,
her thighs and eyes vied with each other,
she unrobed her garb with a glib smile,
untimely knock at the door,waterboy with the can.
she decried her time and the gods who were helpful till now.
final alarm and the house owner’s mistress came.
the concubine ran through the back door as she came.
She chanced to cross the huge sickle kept by the gardener,
it was meant to cut the twigs of the trees and weeds,
Alas! The sickle executed a job, rightly done,
severed her foot and the hand right in earnest , betimes.
the green parrots were pouring in full fledged ease,
“ you ribald, who would marry you now, who would abed you?”
how many men you have seduced, how many families wrecked,
go to whorehouse, whorehouse, in good haste.”