Each of U took something..
Creeping, crawling U came
And stripped, tore and took my skin.. my me..
My love so to say-
And yet a smile remained for the soul that none had yet touched..
In the giving, the stripping the stealing,
Naked she stood of guile
And yet they took more..
Where none they could find..
In her soul she carried ...
A some-body who gave and yet gave nothing at all..
Yet she stood there touching... yet away from it all..
( For Thursday Poets’ Rally Week 50 )
Painting by Clementina Cote*
© 2011 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury