Poems by Karan

Streams

a poem by Karan

Streams of acid flowing through her hair
The holy sword kills, tender sheath it tears
Rocks pierce her skin, this beast never cares
Torn scattered coverings, blood and dust one
A first bed of rock, her beautiful chest scarred, bare

Streams of acid flowing through her eyes
The present will last although time flies
Dubbed impure, where were they when I cried?
And the world knows, they all sympathize
Justice doesn’t help, I’m putrid in your eyes

Streams of acid flowing down her breast
Here to stay and I won’t be at rest
Woman’s destruction and a beast’s fest
Look at me, am I a slave?
The angel that you torture, for whom you crave?

Streams of acid running down her brow
How does it feel to be a toothpick? Use and throw
The pain you hold back always grows
Surrender to a few grams, a mighty dose
Streams of acid running down her nose