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The Concubine-Courtesan

Manatita is an esteemed author living in London, UK. He writes spiritual books, flash fiction and esoteric poetry, his favourite genre.


The Courtesan

They say she’s a concubine, one courted by

Emperors and Queens, engaged in power-games

At luscious banquets, lavish lifestyles as well as sensual

Creativity, for bargaining with the opulent and powerful.

They say I’m a courtesan, but what about those

Who give gold and expensive trinkets for my services?

Am I less human? Are they so undefiled, that they have

The right to solicit violations on my dignity and self-respect?

They seek pleasurable deeds, which can only leave me

Unsanctified, with pain in my soul. Maybe some Romans

Were callous, uncaring; lust-driven humans of outer affluence;

Perhaps they took advantage of the downtrodden and oppressed.

Perchance, in the Garden of Eden, a zealot painted me red

With an apple of scars, that even today, still need to be

Removed, from the corridor of shadows in men’s souls.

I am a strand from the harp, of the Melody which we are,

All struggling for meaning in this dense fog of shadows.

I adorn myself with the robe of survival, which, although coloured

In scarlet, allows me to endure; strive for the pinnacle of excellence.

I am a rose and the sweet scent from which all garlands came,

And yes, thorns do linger, like leaches, but will inevitably be

Burnt by a cauldron of fire in my soul.

I am the dawn, walking upon the lap of

Another glorious sunrise, and even though my

Precursor undresses a darkness to rebuke my Spirit,

Light has anointed the heavens with twinkling stars.

You may weep for me, but keep your thoughts sacred,

Enslave me not with emptiness like the Emperor does, but

Let your tears kiss my Heart with empathy and compassion,

Ringing bells for its victory; chanting praises to the glories of Love.

_Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 21st September, 20


For the Sweet Lamp of Tomorrow

Clinging on to a mirage, left me with only the

Sand of shadows; Yet that which is bitter to endure

Today, is but a veil for the sweet lamp of tomorrow.

A delectable faith on the soup of the Soul, will only

Multiply abundantly. I made amends, by burning

My agony in seeds of contemplation. Today my

Heart attunes, to the wine of Your lips.

My soul glows, like the sun, in a river of sweetness.

I ride on a carousel of Light, hoisting the banner of

Freedom, to the pinnacle of Love Divine.

Just yesterday, I visited the alluring Palaces of Hades;

Gave myself, to the transitory shadows of her realm.

The moon descended, like a beacon in my darkness;

Now my world is filled, with the glories of shooting stars.

- Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 22nd October, 2020.

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