The stone God
by Amiya Chatterjee on Thursday, 20 October 2011 at 11:49 ·
That fine autumn morning
this primitive stone god,
with sculptured eyes looked
at this virgingirl
uncluttered.
To his feet she was offered.
He raised her to her feet
kissed her jasmine lips,
She bled.
She full of tears
bathed in flames and
the nightingle wept,
she whispered
nenu meeku premistu nanu....
the stone god howled
suffered the magnificent ecstasy.
He wanted no more than her two hands.
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