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A poem in the
voice of a raped victim…
It was
another ordinary day -
Started
bright and happy in every way,
But what
happened next
I don’t have
the guts to put it in text.
Oh, it never
happened…
I am embarrassed
to share
While they
harassed me for I never dare;
Sinking in
the ocean of despair
I am totally
shattered beyond repair.
Oh, it never
happened…
I feel very
dirty and used
Walking
around so dazed and confused;
Alas, I am
still alive
Still gaining
the will I need to survive.
Oh, it never
happened…
Why am I a
woman?
Is it to face
this kind of demon?
If a thing is
there to live
Its only
learning how hard to strive.
Oh, it never
happened…
Wish I forget
what was done
Cos I don’t
want my story spun.
Showing my
emotions fully transparent
To let you
know it is apparent;
Oh, it never
happened…
That I have a
secret to say
Only to hide
until my dying day,
Morning till
night I crave
With me, I
take it to my grave.
Oh, it never
happened…
I wish to
bury the wound
Cos I never
want to turn around;
Can I just
forget and pretend
That
everything is so fully mend?
Oh, it never
happened…
Feeling very
hurt and dumb
I lie down
with my heart turns numb;
Oppressed
with rage and fury
I know they
tear me if I go to a jury.
Oh, it never
happened…
I have got no
choice
As they
subdued my voice;
Who they are,
I have no clue,
So I let
myself believe its not true.
Oh, it never
happened…
Trust me with
full mind
At all, it
never happened -
My mantra is
to believe
To put away
what I grieve.
Oh, it never
happened…
How far it
helps us to protect
When marching with the board, you protest?
Even if I get
the justice,
I am left
hapless with prejudice.
Oh, it never
happened…
Surrounded
with my past
Here, I feel
as if I were an outcast;
It is tough
being victimized
There is
nothing left to be compromised.
Oh, it never
happened…
Presuming
every day, I die,
Under the
tomb, they let me lie
With my scars
that still remain...
And the world
was silent again.
Oh, it never
happened…
When I sit
alone at night
Having all
the thoughts in front my sight,
Fully awake
in my empty bed, I mourn;
When you are
the victim, you are never truly alone.
Whatever
happened has already happened…
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I am speechless!! This is the best poem from you!!
ReplyDelete"Presuming every day, I die,
Under the tomb, they let me lie
With my scars that still remain...
And the world was silent again."
She is dead, but her soul still carries those scars. I really wonder can her soul rest in peace?
Its such a painful state.. Living but dead.. Thanks Valli.
DeleteThis anger we feel if only we can make that stay inside & next time not walk away when some roadside loafer passes comments on us..
ReplyDeleteThis empathy we feel for the rape victims, i wish it'd make us help others in need & not walk away leaving the injured..
Nice poem..touching & well expressed.. ATB for BAT
If only we can go that far to save someone who is in such a need, well, that's when it shows how courageous we are. or maybe that's when the society starts transforming to the better side.
DeleteThanks a lot.
BEAUTIFUL!!!!!
ReplyDeleteATB FOR BAT
Thank you so much Menachery.
Deleteloved the rhyming ! it has rendered an amazing quality to the poem . . touched by the topic too . . you have weaved it extremely well :)
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot, Maliny. :-)
DeleteIt saddens me so much. It just becomes a vicious cycle. The outrage and the protest will just fickle out. Great post.
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http://www.meghasarin.com
Yeah, indeed, it is a sad situation that prevails in our society, which needs a radical change..
DeleteThank you so much, Megha.
I am speechless...It is a pity, that even in this century, women are living in fear. It is disgusting to see the cynics...sic
ReplyDeleteVery well written, little rat!:)
Thanks so much, ma'm.. am glad you dropped by :-)
DeleteExtremely well written. We are able to relate with it.. it just corresponds to what so many helpless women would have felt in this weak country.
ReplyDeleteThe part you have written at the end is pretty sensible too. Those questions, all relevant.
Nice post.
All these questions are being posed in our society for so long, yet unanswered.
DeleteThank you, Kshitji.
Your words were so touching .. it brought tears .. I could feel the unknown and unexpressed pain and wound ...Very well expressed.
ReplyDeleteIn a way I am happy that my words reached its audience. that the readers could also feel the same agony which I went through while writing it..
DeleteI am happy that my words touched you. Thanks, aativas.
Written well, loved it! We should be ashamed to be in a society like this and hope things change atleast now! Happy to see many posts in social awakening!
ReplyDeleteHoping for a better change, yeah.. Thanks a lot, Hari.
Delete"When you are the victim, you are never truly alone."
ReplyDeleteThis line will haunt me for long to come. very well written, With all the nightmares, embarrassment, prejudice, wounds, scars, victim is never alone. It is heart wrenching.
Thanks for your kind words, Meenakshi. your compliments will stay with me for long too... and I am glad you liked it.
DeleteBeautiful lines. Time for a change!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Writer... welcome to my blog. :-)
Deletebeautiful indeed!
ReplyDeleteThanks Saro.. glad you dropped by. :-)
DeleteYou state in your musings that it is happening in some far corner of the world and then suddenly you place the lights on our country's and culture's inadequacies.
ReplyDeleteExcept for this logical glitch, your lines are wonderful.
well yeah. that's right. I have added that point cos it is still happening elsewhere in the world. but aren't we saying it proud that India is rich in culture and tradition? yet such issues happening here almost everyday.. why?
DeleteThou not all but cos of some perverts behaving rather uncultured way, almost the whole thing is being proved wrong. that's what I am anguished for. and those questions been posed for their cultureless attitude.
btw, am glad for sharing your thoughts. much appreciated. Thanks a lot.
Well written and highlighted Rat. I appreciate your post and would vote for it. Take care and keep writing.
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http://ektakhetan.blogspot.in/
I am glad you liked it and also for you have seen it deserves a vote. Thanks Ekta. :-)
DeleteHope my scribbles continue for long with a better approach and gives a good read to all.
Justice delayed is justice denied. There's no way anyone can get justice after such a long delay.
ReplyDeleteYou say today we raise our voices and tomorrow we get on with our daily routine - but what else are people supposed to do? Life goes on...
On a separate note, I'm not sure what gandhi's vision was for India, but there is little doubt he did his best to destroy the country (along with Nehru).