Muse! Full tearful is my majestic heart,
Let the spurt gush in my poetic art;
Tears to the brim, at the barbaric sight
Of a fair woman in pathetic plight;
The abduct of her beauty to excel,
She was proud of her charms as a damsel
She bitterly wept on her beauty loss;
For a gang of villains, Asur was the boss;
He adored well her unsurpassed beauty;
He craved to own it as his entity
To own her by efforts for a life time;
Stole her beauty to leave her sing tear-chime:
One morning she, Pamela was in sleep,
She cried aloud in her agony deep;
In dream, told Pretty, her friend butterfly,
'Sad event that day to you'; it's to fly,
She woke up all of a sudden; her mind,
Not capable to recall the dream kind;
Her dear in rush to help her in decking,
She looked far more beautiful in looking,
What an angel to excel all on earth!
How she filled all the eyes and hearts with mirth!
Moved she in grace to the pretty garden;
Along with mates with their lips smile-laden;
Pretty and other butterflies on flight,
Hovered around Pamela in delight,
Drag along with its dragonflies in rush,
All enjoyed her pretty sight in their blush,
Bee with other bees were busy buzzing,
Blond, black bee-brigade flew to her shining,
Pamela with all flies was an eye-feast,
To the onlookers at sunrise in the east;
All sailed in a ship as their jolly ride;
Pamela glittered in all eyes in pride,
Her full smiles delighted all in sunshine,
There was all paradise in her glow reign;
At the Bliss-club slowly arrived the ship
All in smiles, in the spirit of friendship
With all kinds of items of breakfast cuds;
Opened all flavor-items, their taste buds;
Pamela was reurned just hot;
She was sipping it, admiring it a lot;
Around her dear Pretty hovered in grace,
Blond, Drag and Wasp teams as guards in the race;
Their gambling started for all in bet-play;
Pamela was keen on card-play's win-way;
The songs of melodies were echoing.
They were busy speaking in well playing.
Asur, her fan did heinous on the scene,
Poured some on her, her beauty was unseen,
Her beauty was in his capture sudden,
She turned ugliest; no more to gladden,
Was it due to foul means or by magic?
None knew it but it was too horrific;
He felt it a grand success in joys high;
Her deafening cries were rocking the sky;
She claimed her beauty back in all fury
She hated herself in her fiery;
Women jealous of her in secret joys,
Applauding the action of his great choice;
Some in praises; some to show her lapses;
Threw on her a volley of harsh curses,
War began, Pamela, friends on one side;
With clips, combs, tins, pins, scissors, all in pride;
Gents were in trials to conquer women;
Some got wounds as Pamela fought to win,
She demanded Asur in grief-anger,
A roar to get beauty like a tiger;
He said, "No pride in your near victory,
Owned I your beauty for all mockery."
He showed the moon in the sky shine brighter,
It shone fuller with her beauty glitter,
The poet on the scene, brimming with tears,
To console Pamela, fallen in fears,
"Every inch, follies and frivolities,
Men blinded by lust own women's beauties;
Women are opposing love-manacles,
Pour acid men with no fear of shackles.
Rape in lust; tease for fun, no sin as goon;
Published
METVERSE MUSE
67th & 69th Triple Issue - Jan 2022
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