ASSAULT: award winner

ASSAULT



You found me alone and weak
And thrust yourself on me.
In that one moment you cast
On me ignominy.

So many years have rolled by
But my scars have not healed;
As if from my very soul,
Dignity has been peeled.

Though I have lost my honour,
I wonder what you gained.
You have lost much more, in fact,
Your soul is ever-stained.

I do not wish ill for you;
God caters to lost souls.
He redeems the repentant
And gives the rest, hell holes.

But I curse that you may have
Peace in this world never.
May your conscience, till your death,
Torment you forever.


* Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format
* Awarded second prize in Picky Poetry Contest, "Invalid Item" , week 48, July 2007


M C Gupta
29 Ocober 2003