Holding a degree
Getting in illusion
Got out
With the air free.
A commodity was ready
For business deals to take place
Buyers will be coming in evening
At fearful place.
That musty commodity
Needed dusting and adornments
Some sort of Disagreeable it was
Scolding was necessary
To tell it how to portray and behave.
That stares on me for hours
Horrifies me the most
Just to find a single mistake
In my created moulds.
Deals final
Dates too
Trying to be happy
As ‘good-girls’ do.
Gradually, a wish was woven
Everything gleamed
Pleasant it was
I felt, as a dream.
Got a lover for me
Best he was
I, the best girl for him
In being.
Everything happened
And we were in blanket together.
Gradually, after enduring all tortures
And sweating without chimney
It became my duty
To serve myself naked and nude
On that spongy mattress
That was rude.
Still the dream didn’t break
Thought myself most loved one
To be touched by him daily
One by one, that went
From foot to leg to hands and to breast,
It was a testimony to my desirability.
Like the slime tha