The nights

The nights

By Mousumi Ghose

She is loved every night a thousand times, 

Thrown away in the morning. ..

Like a rotten fruit or,

An empty basin.

Her velvet berth is painted red,

Yet she longs for that pristine white bed….

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Ruffled with her passion 

And fragrant from her lover’s breath. 

Before she can respond. …

They all are gone.

It’s only then….

She wants to be in his arms for a few quiet moments. 

The moments spent in his arms…

Are her treasured pearls, 

As precious as a keg of water…

To a desert  traveller.

 (Mousumi works as an administrator in a reputed school in South Kolkata, West Bengal , India. She has been writing poetry since she was a child. Her love for the art has led some of her poems being published in local magazines and also e-magazines. A renowned spoken word performer in Kolkata, the beautiful Mousumi is married and has a son.)

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