How Fast Can My Scars Be Healed?

You tell me to forgive,

you tell me to forget,

All my pains are stupid

And where do you want him to enjoy?

To MY wedding, of course,

The happiest day of my life in the darkest shadow of my past,

Why do you hate me so much, o mother?

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Why don’t you want me to last?

In front of the love of my life,

Is standing my predator,

The one who ruined my childhood with his eyes,

And now he awaits my happiness’s demise…

And yet you will invite him,

Not just to the wedding, but to every event possible,

”A little bit of touching doesn’t matter”,

”And maybe he wouldn’t even get a chance with all that clamour”…

Can I base my life on a “maybe”?

Should this invitation be ignored by me?

Should I forget everything and move on?

And hope that nothing happens here-on?

But what if it does happen?

Will you be there to protect me, dear parents?

Or slap that pimp in his stupid face?

No dear, this won’t happen ever, and only you will need to hold a mace…

Let this Navratri teach us a lesson,

That every woman is indeed a goddess,

no matter who tries to ruin her,

She will face and slay her perpetrator…

And for those parents who tell its “okay to be touched a little”,

It is also okay to cut that person a bit,

and maybe even apply some haldi with chillies in it,

Then even Gods would rejoice and shower petals beneath…

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