Sublimely Exquisite

Machine

You treat me like a soiled cloth-
Keep me a foot away,
From Your Highness.

And put me in the washing machine,
The cycle goes on and on.

My head keeps spinning.

Again I'm clean and bright.
Again I'm yours-
To do as you wish.

You ravish me in the dark,
So I'm all done in the morning.

Again I go into the machine.
The brushes tear my skin apart.

The soap stings all the way,

Into my heart.

- Vaidehi Deshpande