I object.

He took her body
Like a piece of paper.

Sometimes to paint
A beautiful landscape 
Over its silky surface.

Another times to write 
A heart touching poem
Out of his immense love.

Sometimes he would
Inscribe his kisses like
Flowers blooming all over.

Another times he would
Erase everything mercilessly.

She did never object.

One day he took a scissor
And stabbed her thirty one times.
And tore that paper 
Into thousand pieces.

Still, she didn't object.

But I object!
And object very strongly!!

Rajeev Pundir

07/06/2017