A Modern, Feminist Beauty


When she wakes up

She trembles with rage,

For she wakes up to see

Her husband lying next to her.


When he is gone

She falls into the arms

Of impossible men

The retired bureaucrat,

The newspaper vendor,

The gym trainer,

The restaurant owner.  


She is a half-burnt

Crimson piece of wood

She wishes to be smothered

By hands unknown,

Mouths red and ripe,

Bodys hard and mysterious.


She lies in her bed, watching

Her lovers mount her.

She offers them

Her creamy breasts,

Her buttery thighs.



She drinks good sherry,

She sings love songs,

She strolls from room to room,

Naked—waiting for another

Lover to arrive.


In the meantime,

She forgets

Her husband’s body,

His birthmark,

His birthday,

Even his name.


She opens her eyes,

Sees the hideous, plump body,

And trembles with rage.


Bibek Adhikari 

Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2018-07-13 at 12:14

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
What images you bring to us here! I love the strength in it, the irony, the perverseness. A magnificent piece.

Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
Compelling. A great technical accomplishment! As I like litanies of any kind, I am drawn to the stanza that lists the occupations of the lovers.

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
She is a real gem Bibek. I like the line "She is a half-burnt
Crimson piece of wood". Great stuff.