Like a doll, you
assured me, the harm.

Ripped the fibers
of my frock, at first.

Turned my head then , and
splitted those arms.

To find honey between those legs,
You finally set them apart.

Enough force, some
Were still unable to pare.

With those still intact parts , I mended
the scattered pieces of my heart.

Before you, I was a little doll.
It was your act of carnality.

That Turned me
into an art.

That turned me
Into an art..
                                           – Noor