For A Pint of Mother’s Milk (The Poem)

Avishek Sahu
April 22, 2018

This is a poem from the eponymous work of fiction by the same Author! This occurs in the last part of the book suggesting what the female lead had gathered out of the life of the male lead from the time they had shared together. The female lead–Sonal Dutta–happens to sell the rights to this poem that she had penned, to a Malaysian Rock Band that goes on to release this as a song, to much fanfare! Enjoy!

Born around people, I stopped crying all alone
Looked for my mother, as my father’s love shone,
Smiles all around, I was treated like a prince
Never was I sad, rarely did I wince
never missed a groove, never missed a beat,
All while I thirst for a pint of mother’s milk,
just a pint of mother’s milk

I grew up stronger, beat all kids, earned many a perk
Never did I know that winning could
make me feel so much like a jerk.
I’d sit there all alone, ache in every bone,
maybe I could have been better, maybe I hadn’t hit my zone,
Oh God! Please tell me why I feel so empty
tell me I need to dig deep, or just tell me I am too haughty.

I’d look within myself and feel the rage build up inside me,
Guiding me, goading me, pushing me, driving me,
to conquer more people, to conquer more hearts, to conquer the world,
to be different, to stand out, and to break the mould,
to get up, gather the pats in the back, and walk back to my ilk.
All while I thirst for a pint of mother’s milk,
just a pint of mother’s milk.

I grew up all smart and sexy, a sparkling chip on my shoulder
Girls just happened to love me, they hadn’t seen anybody bolder
Then I met my girl, she filled my lungs with disgust,
I married her, and in her I put all my trust
I still hated her, when the devil took over me
I couldn’t escape her; never did I find the key
I wanted to feel like a man, she made me feel like a kilk
A kilk that thirsts for a pint of mother’s milk,
just a pint of mother’s milk

Money was never a big deal, for me it was only dirty paper
but she put some freaky fear in me,
now motive money rules my every caper
I run around silly, picking every penny I could find
everything has value, from the juice to the rind
So I run roughshod over all and sundry,
From New Delhi to all of Rajahmundry
taking everything from Kolar gold to Mysore silk
All while I thirst, for a pint of mother’s milk,
just a pint of mother’s milk.

I bask in your sunshine, your charm, the poise you wear in gray
yet you move so veiled, so covert in the games you play
I am the king of your life, not with me you act so smart
not with those swollen breasts, not with that dress I yearn to tear apart
You give me want I want, with that you have no choice
in your wile lies my strength, in your surrender I have sworn to rejoice
So I feel no remorse, no qualm, when I kill, purloin, and bilk
All while I thirst, for a pint of mother’s milk,
just a pint of mother’s milk.

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