He gave me a Golden advice; extremely juicy. But not a very suitable suggestion. Instead revealed a scariness in me. So, I'll use it as a patch of umbrella, Gentle enough to cover my scars.
He asked me to keep mum; with a fist of rage. So, I'll not tell you, his warm maniac deeds. Don't tell them, that he loved me mercilessly, Gave me ‘kisses’ terribly Red While hugging me crackling my bones.
My body, suffered his loudest whispers of angry moans. Pleasing, Giggling, Devilishly pure. But still he's as good as my truth, That's what I'll say if they ask me. For fearful I am, yet you see how I smile.
So, as you go by; knowing my story, I trust you enough, to bury it down. With a pleasant sacred ceremony. Call me, in case you need a witness. I'll come with My Black body, weary with weakness.
Moali Pongen, Kohima
