BACKSTORY:
THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN WHEN SOME THOUGHTS WERE FANTACIZING IN MY MIND WHICH IS CONSIDERED CENSORED BY THE SOCIETY. WHILE I WAS READING A BOOK , SUDDENLY DUE TO THE FORCE OF AIR A PAGE SLAPPED MY CHEEKS, FIRST WAS OF A SHARP AND STRAIGHT FO...
WAS IT A SLAP? INDEED IT WAS! I was reading an uncensored book,but was I? I was thinking of a censored fantasy; which engulfed the uncensored purity of my skin. The thinking cap didn't catch the words of my book, Neither the uncensored words were made to be caught. By who? By me. I had the censored thinking cap on. An erupting world of censored desires leading to a burning match stick of pleasures shook my soul for a moment leaving my uncensored-censored soul void. When the silence of the censored exhales was shattered with a slap. WAS IT A SLAP ? INDEED IT WAS! but by who? THE BOOK! The cosmos of my lonely surrounding made the thin edge of the uncensored paper to slap on my censored skin, not once, but twice. The first penetrated the darkness of the censored skin. And the second? It kissed my uncensored-censored soul through my censored skin. The rubbing touch felt like a herbal treatment to a third degree burn caused by the burning match stick of pleasure. WAS IT A SLAP? INDEED IT WAS.
~POTHOJATRIK
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