THE ACT

He came,

Like a mighty rushing wind and,

Bestowed himself upon me,

Like a compressed loaf

He ceased my breath,

He tried as much as he could,

To conceal my buca cavity in is hands,

While he proceed with his business of the day, as always,

When he was done,

He gave me an intensive warning and threat,

For me to bottle up every of his frivolous act with me,

Till the world pass by,

In the pool of my tears was I when his wife came at dusk

She punished me for not fulfilling the day's task

and insult my lineage saying;

"what gave you the confidence to disobey my orders?

You stupid good for nothing useless brat of a worthless birth",

I received the beating of my life and cried my eyes out,

That my eyes knows no sleep as I think and consider absconding from home.

As time flies, his commitment to the act with me increased,

Only for my longtime wish to come through...