She and her curiosity always stayed indoors.
Her heart trapped behind the
bars inside the wooden doors.
Her
soul traveled miles even if she did not move an inch.
The desires pricked her like
the thorns of the cactus making her flinch!
She was as lonely as the Cactus
plant and the deserted street.
She needed permission to sit or
squat or to just stand on her feet.
The Cactus still had the
pot and the floor as companions.
She was unwanted and inside the
doors buried were her passions!
If she boldly stepped out of
the door any time of the day,
She had to face the wrath of
the master who would love to fray.
Her child hood, youth and women
hood are all seamless.
For she knew only slave-hood which was always loveless!
Slavery to “men” whom she feared to accept or deny.
Slavery to the beasts and their erotic desires which made her cry.
Behind those closed doors painted blue she was beaten black and blue.
There was no one to understand her blues even if she gave a cue.
To sing or dance or to even talk to some other is an offense.
Even to think of thinking of her tiniest wishes she always had to
pretense.
The doors and the floor were cleaned and even the Cactus was fed.
She was the most used commodity in that house which is thrashed
till it bled.
She eagerly used to watch the road as if to meet a human outside
the bars.
She used to dream of the moment when she would finally fly and
reach the stars.
A smile used to dance on her lips by the mere thought of an escapade.
She knew it was just her dream which slowly would submerge and
fade!
She dreaded the evenings when her master would return and bang the
door.
If she looked beautiful he would doubt her and call her a whore.
She got used to the treatment and tears dried up and cries became
muffled.
Even if she felt sick, vomited or fainted the master remained
unruffled!
Her sullen face and bloodied breasts hide in darkness and in shame.
She lives every passing day with a beastly monster who she cannot
tame.
She counts her days only to die and leave the hell to travel to
the heaven’s gate.
She wants to question the God and know what she did to meet this
fate!!
Today I am very sad. When ever I read news like this - "The Eight year old who didnt make it past her wedding night" I shudder , feel sick to the stomach , feel extremely helpless!
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Very profound Afshan. True of many women in this real world.
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DeleteYEP A SAD TRUTH!
It's a beautiful poem, and very thought provoking. It kills me that people live in conditions like this, as life was not meant to be that way, but I suppose all people have their freedom, and the demons of this world will receive their pay when their time comes.
ReplyDeleteI can only wish and pray what U told happens Crystal collier :( !!
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So sad. Your poem is wonderful and sad, and puts it so well.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kristen!
DeleteYEP ITS SAD
Afshan my friend okay so this is very dark. I know its a reality for many but this is by far the most unique take I have read in write tribe... quite something. And the poetry itself is very well written. Kudos!
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I am ok and not so ok Richa. In the end I linked a news article. Just got very disturbed thats it !
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Sad, Afshan! The poem is excellent, though! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Kaajal
DeleteBrilliant poem.
ReplyDeleteIt is no doubt a very sad poem - but it is unfortunately also very true for many women and girls in this world. And that, in a supposedly progressive 21st century!
The feelings of this woman come out so strongly through your poem! Just fantastic! Thanks.
huh ! Nothing is progressive for few unfortunate women
DeleteEvery thing is retrogressive
Thanks for visiting my blog Raja Swaminathan and thanks for the appreciation!
Sadly that is the reality of the world. There is so much pain in the air.
ReplyDeleteya ! HELPLESS Amit :(
DeleteA powerfully hitting poem...very unlike your usual posts. You excel at all thoughts:)
ReplyDeleteOh wow Afshan that was a powerful poem but very sad too. And that story - OMG how can people do that. Sadness.
ReplyDeleteI am speechless, Afshan. You did such a good job of capturing the emotions and the helplessness of the many women who are kept 'behind doors'.
ReplyDeleteDark and powerful. Stark reality for so many ....
ReplyDeleteBless you Afshan. Your interpretation made my heart ache! Hugs!
ReplyDeleteSad is just a word to say which cannot describe what a woman goes through in times like these..
ReplyDeleteGood poem. :)
I was touched to read your poem, Afshan. If only women and little children didn't have to go through this humiliation and pain.
ReplyDeleteAfshan you touched my heart with this one.... I remember this article and the discussion we had over it.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is very beautifully written and its touching...