she got up from sleep to share a bed,
memories are blurry and the guilt not shared,
such an happening is not exclusively rared,
they would have known if they only cared.
Begun lusting her as a kid,
inquisitive he seemed, whether she enjoyed the bid? ,
bothered if her mouth would only zip,
her clothes he let them rip.
She went in that room one afternoon,
an instant memory of the previous day made her swoon,
it wasn't the first time, she felt gloom,
she wondered if was right what happened in that room? ,
or has she met her doom? ,
won't he know when she gets a groom?
She tried and failed,
couldn't bare as a kid she got nailed,
the predator still preys,
is not bailed coz was never jailed,
dirty childhood impressions have remained,
distances in their ages could not have gained,
she is only a kid could not have explained,
lust had the shame drained,
tears in silence beared more pain,
she could cry now when it rained.
The toffee didn't taste sweet,
the one he gave her to eat,
without a scream or even a tweet,
no understanding or a protest,
her mind couldn't be at rest.
She said she couldn't tell,
didn't think for once.....what the hell!
from her childhood as she fell.
“You find it sweet? ” asked her the man,
as the toffee melted in her hand,
“enjoy it as much as you can,
is toffee tastier than a man? ,
i will give you another can”.
rinki nandy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/toffee/
