Poetry

1. STRIP
Strip me of my mascara; and I’ll fight you with my eyes; with untamed fires blazing in
the whites of my revolving eyeballs,
Strip me of my lips; and I’ll fight you with my smiles as enchanting as the profusely
enigmatic forests,
Strip me of my hair; and I’ll fight you with my scalp; as ferocious as the flamboyantly
flaming Sun,
Strip me of my rings; and I’ll fight you with my tenaciously resilient fingers; tossing
you like insipid pancake to fathomless kilometers beyond the sky,
Strip me of my blinks; and I’ll fight you with my profoundly piercing stares; ensuring
that you lost your sleep till times beyond eternity,
Strip me of my skin; and I’ll fight you to the brink of extinction; with the
overwhelmingly tumultuous fervor in my bones,
Strip me of my chastity; and I’ll fight you with the sword of barbarism rebelliously
lurking in every minuscule ingredient of my blood,
Strip me of my blusshon; and I’ll fight you with the insurmountably Herculean
strength of my cheeks,
Strip me of my scent; and I’ll fight you with the raw rivers of perspiration trickling in
the milky moonlight; on my arms,
Strip me of my honesty; and I’ll fight you with the impeccable voice of my
conscience; annihilating your profusely manipulative existence from its very roots,
Strip me of my voice; and I’ll fight you with the poignant grit in my teeth; chopping
off your spurious vain into a horde of infinitesimally timid fragments,
Strip me of my wealth; and I’ll fight you with my astoundingly rudimentary existence;
drive you back with my innocuously nascent force; bestowed upon me by the
grace of Almighty God,
Strip me of my clothes; and I’ll fight you with the insatiably naked strength of my
impoverished body,
Strip me of my feet; and I’ll fight you with the formidable power in my knuckles;
resisting you with every unit of my demeanor synchronized as a whole,

2. Strip me of my destiny; and I’ll fight you with the incredulously majestic shadows of
my persevering life,
Strip me of my brain; and I’ll fight you with the irrefutably sacrosanct virtue of my
conviction; impregnating the light of sagaciousness in your mind,
Strip me of my love; and I’ll fight you with the thunderously palpitating beats of
my profusely aggrieved heart,
Strip me of my blood; and I’ll fight you with the astronomical energy horrendously
trapped in my battalion of veins,
And you can strip me of my life O ! satanic devil; but I’ll still fight you with the
inevitable power of self defence; and the blessings of my Omnipotent Creator;
from beneath my corpse.