Curse, the immortal drink
Binds me to the heartless world
A hope to humanity I thought I was
But was carved as an object of hurt
The day I opened my eyes
I knew the end was my starting rhyme
Tears and pain accompanied my innocence
Chivalry was obsolete in every corner and in every sense
Discipline was camouflage in the name of anarchy
My silence was my prodigy of an eternal misery
The world was a lockdown like a curfewed night
I was adorned with all the hate and spite
Dust of the foot, I was treated as
My mother told me that’s a cruel fact
I was seen as an object of lust and pity
Fighting, an option to destroy my sanctity
Barred from the society, I lived the taboo and curse
Even the gods were incapable to erase this dearth
That day it rained so hard and Gods cried
The thunderbolts and tremors both showed their might
The demons danced on the sacred earth
The pain and screams, no one heard
The laughs were barbaric to the core
There was no remorse and guilt to behold
The mercy was not a word to comprehend
Abandoned and hated, I had to pretend
The darkness shadowed the light
I was a picture burnt by a fake might
There was no-one by my side to help this foil
I had to hide my appearance and my inner turmoil
Was I a human or a tamed animal?
Was I a daughter or an object liable?
I was the seed to produce life
I was the mother to nurture and sacrifice
Your dominance was your arrogance to win this fight
But you’ve lost the battle of conscience and respite
One day the realization will strike the chord
The world would be barren and you’ll thrive alone
Maybe you can dominate all the things in this life
but, the lack of love and affection will take away your smile
You don’t know the meaning of dejection and pain
It’s time for you to hang your head in shame
Now, that I close my dreary eyes
Wonder if the curse will still be my companion in paradise?
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Synopsis: A poem about social issue of patriarchy. It is dedicated to all the girls/women who are still exploited in the patriarchal world.
PENNED BY
AYUSH PANDYA
(AUTHOR – THE UNPRECEDENTED CULT)
Patriarchy is still dominant in many parts of our country. The worst is that many people support it in all its aspects of rigid and partial stands.
True Aunty…Its so sad to see the current state of affairs and how women, girls, infants are victims in one or the other brutal ways!! I wrote this poem considering… Read more »
This is one of the most beautiful, albeit serious poems I have ever had the pleasure of reading. Hats off to you!