The Corroding Lover
by Fiza Pathan
I am a discarded sculpture and I lie in seclusions turmoil.
My face is eroded like a ruins surface
I’m a misery unto my own person.
I did not know that love could be so cruel,
So full of wrath and indignation.
But the day you flung the corrosive substance of gall upon me,
I knew then that the core of love’s apple is only the worm of hate.
Now in pain I pass my days while in the darkness
I scream in suffering with grace.
Since you have thrown your pungent acid upon my face,
It has become an effort even to weep.
What did I do lover of mine to beget this punishment?
The vinegar was harsh with burning, like Lucifer’s great fire.
It burnt my neck to a cinder and entered my throat,
Now not a swallow of agony can I push down my rectangular bony trunk.
Your action has broken my heart a hundred times.
With every biting prick of the surgeon’s needle I realise
That you did not care for my love or my nature,
All you could see was my reflection.
Now I wail as the charring liquid disintegrates my face,
Into a black hole of the ugliest hell.
The taste of bile now burns into my eyes
As I whisper a charge against love’s cruel name.
The sting of death cannot be worse than my scalding misery
As I bear your acid upon my skin.
It bites into my flesh and roasts up my emotions
Into a frenzy of curses,
I am blind yet now I can see.
Sometimes I know not where I am,
Sometimes I try to recall your loving face,
But now that cuts into my flesh so grey.
As your acid eats away my sanity
The sour taste of sulphur fumes upon my flaming nostrils helps me breathe.
I bow before you oh my gentle lover
Your liquid to me is like holy water
It cleanses every desire of passion
Now my peeling fibres stick to the hospitals soft blanket.
My body’s surface crumbles with every movement I make,
No medicine man can fathom my astringent unique pain.
More than your acid was your face of rage
That scaled my memory forever more.
No blood I can taste, upon my crumpled lips,
Only a hardness of bone do I feel and recognise.
Death has rejected me lover and life will not let me live
The satire of love is an acid drenched countenance.
Bravo I declare unto cupid’s shaft,
Bravo to the injections they make into me run.
But I will never forget lover dear
Oh yes, I will never forget your last kiss to me,
Instead of your warm mouth
My lips touched
The merciless bottle of acid.
My Say says
touchy and painful composition.. so nicely expressed !
Thank you for the constant support & encouragement. I wanted to express the pain of an acid victim. Words are not sufficient for such agony.
Aziz Ampanwala says
you have pain in those lines … well narrated…
“Only a hardness of bone do I feel and recognise.
Death has rejected me lover and life will not let me live”
lines that touched me !
Thank you for the appreciation. Yes, those lines were painful to write.
anjan roy says
You have great panache for heartfelt poems…great work…!!!
Thank you for your support 🙂
Absolutely agree with Anjan Roy. Fiza ji, Amazing and unparallel compositions.
Thank you so much for the kind words of appreciation. I am humbled.
Hmm! What an acidic poem. Good write.
Thank you ! I tried my level best to express the anguish of an acid victim.
Debopam Banerjee says
Nice and touching…………..
Thank you for the appreciation 😀