You were my appetite,
Now, I am in a conflicting dilemma.
I want you in every encounter,
The same as you—young as rose petals,
After you, I am on a diet.
Each interaction causes me guilt—Eve felt the same guilt after
making you fall from grace.
After leaving the paradise, she never tasted the apple the same way.
The apple of love and desire.
She has spent a fortitude of time in silence.
Since then, she has lost all appetite for men unlike you,
And she has fallen for the ones who just seemed like you.
The appearance might be alike, but not the demeanor.
What she is looking for is not in everybody,
Not everyone can be you.
You are irreplaceable.
That’s why she is burning in an eternal hellfire of regrets and guilt.
She lost the ‘Purest’ form of human.
The purest essence,
The patience,
The love,
The care.
She keeps cursing herself that she could keep you the ‘same’,
The purest of all,
Reserved only for her.
She could only give you all the experiences that you would prefer.
She couldn’t fathom that what she lost would burn her alive like a witch for centuries.
Now, she is reigning in her inferno cosmically and eternally for a long haul.
©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy
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