Saturday, 22 September 2012

REFLECTIONS ON LONELINESS


He wandered lonely on the road
With nothing to do and no one to talk to
Unemployment and loneliness had made him bored
When he heard a voice say “Do you want to?”

He turned behind to see a young not so innocent girl
With painted face, sensuous lips and hardened eyes
Her saree like a flag over her shoulders did furl,
And her eyes glittered just as brilliant as ice.

With nothing to do; desolate and with no one to talk to
His mind did stray from silence to taking her away
For he just wanted to be with someone whom he could talk to
And so he asked her politely if with him she could stay

She said it would cost him a thousand bucks an hour
He agreed and said, “That’s O.K. With me it is fine”
For he felt it would be better than going on a lonely tour.
She wanted the bread upfront and not down the line.

He found her reasoning fair and parted with ten big ones
She grabbed them from his hand and asked where?
He asked her to share a drink to break the ice, at once
She agreed and they headed for a bar somewhere

She ordered vodka while he had his whiskey
They completed a couple and she loosened her tongue
She revealed the truth behind her mystery
While he breathed in companionship to which he clung

The hour passed quickly and the lady wanted her fee,
For the second hour of happiness and pleasure.
He fished out another thousand as if it were free,
She grabbed the notes as if she had no leisure.

“What next?” she replied, when he offered another drink
“Aren’t you interested in taking my body?” she asked
“You’ve paid for it”, she said as another round did sink
I’m not interested in sex”, he said and just talked

At the end of the second hour the professional woman got up
He asked her to sit and desperately offered her another thou
She looked at him scornfully as she would a dirty mongrel pup
You know you are just a put on, she said, just another pseudo

As she walked away, he sat wondering if he did deserve such scorn
A harlot who copulated everyday with multiple partners, faking many an orgasm
Just a cheap whore at that had the temerity to call him a put on
While all he wanted was freedom from loneliness which engulfed him like a deep chasm.

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