I want a woman
Akin to a tendril,
As fragile as it could be,
To fondle and humble
The way I did with my doll
When I was a child.
Also I want a woman
Akin to a wood,
As sturdy as it could be,
On who to rest and recline
The way I nestled onto
The lap of my mother.
In the company of the former
I feel I have conquered.
In the company of the latter
I feel I have surrendered..
The one who lacks either of whom
Is the one led astray.
19.07.96, Agartala
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