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A piece of poetry, capturing in essence, the world that a modern woman lives in- unsafe, uncertain, ignorant.
A wail pierced the silent corridors of the hospital,
I thought a baby was born.
Next morning, a news came,
A baby died because her tiny organ was torn.
He made her sit in his lap,
And everyone thought she would be doing just fine,
A protector turned berserk,
And she was raped at nine.
She was all smiles when she saw her man,
Her love, a soulmate.
Things went wild when she saw him bring,
His 4 friends on their first date.
Marriage is a sacred bond
It’s us, and not you and me.
But where was the us, where was the we,
When he forced himself on me.
She had a son of thirty,
Another of forty two.
But something about these school-going kids
Told her she was not safe with these two.
Down the mountains, and down the trenches,
There is a Hell for all of us.
If you do not speak ,and keep your silence,
This world will always remain unjust.
Image credit- Sasint
An undergraduate in the field of Psychology and English Literature, Rishika has a knack for writing and along with her penchant for learning, her works are sure to give you some food for thought. read more...
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