The pages moan with ecstasy

As the nib works its way through it gently

The motion incomprehensible

Devoid of monotony

Moving faster now, showing its libido

Claiming the pages to its harem

The pages too surrender voluntarily

Accepting their fate as Jews did

They make sounds now

Declaring their passion

Screeching their entrapment

Reaching climax

And then the pace dulls

The slaves give in

To the whims of the master



They feel hurt, feel used 

Experience the pain with the master’s 

Imprints pinned all over them

And then they smile

For their memory is a bit skewed

Past exploitations vanish as the new exploitations begin

Living a woman’s dream