The Seductress Is Hapless

Here she comes like shaft of the sun, walking, As sullen eyes and widened mouth feast – Dubbed the slayer of love; the goddess of lust – all stalking Libidinously like a fun starved beast Beauty so hypnotic, enslaving whoever looked twice Ensnared kings, drunks, gamblers and sorcerers Ducked in her den as hankering pleasure floats itchy eyes – Loyal lovers of lusts and murderer of murderers Oh! That glance, that peep, that squinty stare Stolen and tattooed in intrinsic view They yearned and ogled the sorely rare Beautiful seductress, damning all affluence in lieu Of love; that cliché of emotional agony! “Oh Madina! Come live in my gallery of thought” All wooed – Could she be the protégé of Cleopatra’s progeny? One kiss, one touch and one night they sought Dressed in Roman negligee – escorted by colourful butterflies Her footstep is melodious like sounds of hymns from David’s harp; Distrait eyes unveils her body in pendulous sighs Her covetous peers gathered careless ears - and would carp Tales of her flirty beauty probing the voguish classic Being, they burst the rumor bag! ‘Is it true she once killed death With her breath - and her smile once deflowered a monastic’, - Isn’t she the con-lover? Ah, her kinds are dearth! Madina! Madina!! Madina!!! Watch out… They awed as her poised step made a blooper And fell off lurching zigzag the stairs – a feeble shout That revealed her mask of beauty broke the order Gleeful mockeries basked the puzzled spectators… Her long hair had eclipsed herself from a polished glass And toed face-down overwhelmingly at the feet of waiting fornicators Broken bones and bruises dissolved her beauty; - all snubbed the lass