I'm Julie, then I was only of eight
I was blooming from a bud like a little rose red.
I enjoyed this gleaming world, pleasing my eyes
A world saturated with splendor, aroma and so bright.
Step by step I was growing ahead and put one step outside
To study and know little more, went to school outside.
Jolly well I was growing there, doing studies and playing games
Little Julie was growing slowly like a Ivy creeping the wall.
Suddenly I was given to feel, some people being ugly and strange
In a corner or in dark, they unleash their tooth and nails,
Little girl I was growing with my beauty and glamor
I was getting weird hints from those ugly men there.
Running away saving myself with obscurity and fright
In school, in road, in home and the whole outside.
Nowhere I could feel free or to be safe
From the clutch of those monsters around.
Now I am in upper class, can take a little more care of mine
Though earlier against my will I did get some nicks and bites.
I was dumb stuck to witness some of my relations even there!
With all their beastly natures haunting innocent girls.
But I kept mum with tears in my eyes
And taking all the pains,
Being ashamed out of fear
To be harassed by all neighbors and friends.
Though I know not what fault did I commit!
Those monstrous and devilish eyes seem to be eating me up
With their greedy and lustful eyes with shameless gestures.
Freedom I did not get even in this twenty first century
Though we boast to live in an ultra modern age.
Women are still weeping silently in a corner all over the globe.
I am Julie I am a women, is that our fault and crime? ?
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Amative (24.06.2014) 6-30 am
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WOW' what a lovely poem you wrote describing the misery of a girl! Thank you for writing a poem like this to open people's eye and to stand by the side of the helpless women.I praise your noble effort. It's an excellent poem.
A girl when growing out from childhood to adolescence suddenly sees around her a hostile world with people looking at her with daggers hidden....! All along the path she travels, she sees hidden traps! She finds no true shelter... Even in places where she hopes, she would be harboured safe, there are assassins lurking! Where shall she be safe? Let each man change his mindset....! I greatly appreciate this deep concern coming from a man! Thanks Amitava!
Forgive me if I offend, but I believe that this downgrading of women stems from religious beliefs, Christianity included, and it will continue until these outmoded ways of thinking are updated., Much to ponder upon here.
Why a woman is a commodity? Men cannot be spared from the responsibility but there will be a debate whether women are also responsible for it or not? Do the women also like to be a commodity? As far as an underage girl is concerned, teasing he, r under no circumstances can be excused.
Amitava, a very poignant poem about one of the most atrocious crimes of this modern century, A young girl being violated for no apparent reason other than the rapist lusted after her in a fit of anger. Having to feel shame for something that is not even her fault is horrible. Perverts like that should not be allowed to live among us. Thank you for standing up and speaking about this, you are a brave man above men. Thank you, Amitava. 82264
What has happened and what is happening is by some humans of our society, given birth, taken care and trained by some of us. May be to some extent I and we are responsible for this and victims in this type of cases. Women are still weeping silently in a corner all over the globe. Good write with good feelings. I liked it.
The innocence taken from these children. The predators, who do they think they are?
as young girls mature they need to be appreciated by all. as women are the backbone of civilization.
...........an astonishing write of the real life....not only the innocent and naïve girls are raped but also babies, old women, boys, men and women of both good and bad character....it is always good to be cautious when around strange and suspicious people and in unknown locations....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it was really a touchy and real poem, you wrote it quite well. i too stand against in-discrimination against women. thanks for rising your voice up. keep writing.