Reshma Ramesh

(20th April / Bangalore, India)

*'Daddy's Darling*


She blew five candles
On her cake, angel
In a pink dress, hair
In little pigtails
Bound in pink ribbons

She was daddy's
Apple of the eye,
They had little
Secrets and stories
Tiny, tattles and tizzies

He tucked her to
Bed every night,
Kissed her forehead
As she slept, .
Lovingly fondled
Between her legs

Bittie body bruised,
Small soul soiled,
Little heart hurt,
Bambino bosom bled,
Dainty dreams dead.

Little one is scared,
It is all her fault
Or so she is told,
Daddy wont love her
If their playful
Secret is let out

She bleeds inside,
Cant play on the slide,
Childhood denied,
Crayons cast aside,
Daddy and demon coincide.

Terrified, eyes open wide,
Home colder than winter tide,
Nightmares she cant brush aside,
She has everything to hide,
Who the hell is on her side?





(This does not come from my personal experience..I felt I had to write these lines when I read this in the news.Dedicated to all the little souls who were raped by their father....my heart goes out for them)

Submitted: Monday, October 06, 2008
Edited: Friday, January 02, 2009

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  • Pradyumna Jyotir (1/14/2010 11:12:00 AM)

    Reshma you are not only a sensitive poet... you are brave...you have guts. We cannot sweep these issues under the carpet. Keep up the good work lady.Hats off to you. (Report) Reply

  • Maggie K (9/14/2009 4:18:00 AM)

    OMG.... so sad yet so beautiful. thx for bringing this to everyones attention, people should write about this stuff more often as its never going to help when we keep it locked away, hate, darkness, fear and dread will build up unless we bring it out in the open and deal wif it (Report) Reply

  • Jude Pereira (9/3/2009 5:25:00 PM)

    Read this while listening to Ozzy Osbourne's Sleep my li'l Child... And my cousin just flashed through my mind... She'd undergone this... But it was brutal she couldn make it thru... Your poem bleeds it out... truly amazing... (Report) Reply

  • Niq Castro (2/8/2009 7:58:00 AM)

    wow... it made me remember my dad.
    i really like it, please keep writing more. (Report) Reply

  • Reshma Ramesh (2/8/2009 4:17:00 AM)

    dear ravi,
    thanks for your time and kind words........with all due respects i will not agree with you.
    if a dark room is left like that it will stay dark and rot..but if u enter it clean and open the windows then the sun will shine.......similarly the evils of the society should be brought out and people should be aware.....it is the same with HIV, social abuse and incest.
    if we stay quiet and write only about love and nature...who will speak for the abused? who will wipe their tears and who will stand with them.......we are against sex education when we have so many teenage pregnancies.......and AIDS....why shouldn't we talk about incest? it is not a stray incident.........it happens all the time everywhere and i am not generalizing......... iam just speaking for the abused........to be aware is the first step towards positivism as u call it...........do u know how many mails i received after i wrote this from victims and they thanked me for writing this........they said it was a relief for them............i think it is the least i can do..........if you read my other poems...i do write positive ones........but i cant close my eyes on evil and i will not.......thanks again (Report) Reply

  • Ravi A (2/8/2009 1:03:00 AM)

    Sister, Let us not pen such stray incidents. More than a positive result, it can inject a negate feeling in many ways in the young hearts. Our aim is not this. Remember, our works are read and absorbed by the world in unseen ways. By narrating stray incidents let us not create a generalised feeling. At various steps we are unconsciously doing the same error. As poets and writers, we are to be conscious about these errors. There are many positive aspects about life which we can easily pen. A surge of positivsm from all sides will easily wipe off all the negativism from the society. Otherwise, we will only be adding negativism to the already negative world. We are yet to discover the strength of positivsm. Vivekananda has clearly said about goodness - 'One should have the conviction in the power of goodness'. As poets, we should maintain this attitude and start penning down our verses. This is what I implore to every poet. You may go through my poetry. The URL for it is

    http: //www.poemhunter.com/ravi-panamanna/

    How do you feel about my poetry?

    Thanks. (Report) Reply

  • Man On Fire (12/29/2008 10:25:00 AM)

    Well wrote, hits hard on the emotion buttons I can imagine some people wont be able to handle reading this kind of work but I think it is important it's produced. It pulls hard on the heart strings like all great tragic poetry should. well done! (Report) Reply

  • Kassem Oude (12/23/2008 11:08:00 AM)

    If I were you I wouldn't post this poem anymore, it makes many dads sorrowful and fearing such feelings. It's shame and giant sin, it should be hidden not spread, maybe it would be an alleviation to those who raped before their babies.
    Very nice style and rhymes, you wove them most successfully. (Report) Reply

  • Gil Gregorio (12/15/2008 10:14:00 PM)

    This is an intensely emotional poetry you've wrote. I felt sad anyhow about news that a father raped her little daughter. Incest is evil. (Report) Reply

  • Nia Riz (12/1/2008 7:03:00 AM)

    i have commented before....but my soft heart urges me to comment again....cause this poem...has touched me deep down....it is really beautiful the way you are describing evrything in very short sentances.....just amazing! ...i luv ur poetry! ...if i could...i would have voted again...but as only 1 vote per person....i am sad...heh (Report) Reply

  • Bonnie Collins (11/20/2008 10:50:00 PM)

    As I read this, I couldnt help but feel so angry... Angry that right now as you and I are corrosponding, some little girl is gettiing 'kissed good night by her father'.. This subject is very pasionate with me, you have really delivered this so well, your choice of direction and a painfull descriptive atmosphire of hell was delivered loud and clear.... A 10! !

    Bonnie collins (Report) Reply

  • Sebastine Humaemo (11/20/2008 11:31:00 AM)

    a poem everyone must read........a great piece of work with each line has somthin to think about...wll pray it never happens to another child... (Report) Reply

  • **paris* forever forgotten** (11/14/2008 2:58:00 PM)

    this is a very sad poem. you and everyone else should read daddy's little girl written by amelie anonymous. it's very similar to this. she's a great writer also. (Report) Reply

  • Salu Salu (11/5/2008 9:07:00 AM)

    It'sn't a poem,
    a torn towel toggled wtih tears & blood
    oozing out..... beeping soul.........I'd cry rather/salu.
    hail.... Reshma. (Report) Reply

  • Deepti Agarwal (11/4/2008 11:37:00 PM)

    Oh my God! this is truly bitter.... demons resides in our homes... i wrote on similar pattern ' Innocence Lost'.. wish cud do something in this field.. (Report) Reply

  • Antonio Liao (11/4/2008 6:20:00 PM)

    this happening is not really new to the third world countries........ a poor economy
    tells many sad experiences among people.....thank you that you documented it
    through a poem.....such lovely poem that hits in every angle of life..... hope this will be the starting point to give important to the crime of personal sanctity of a woman in particular.....May the good Lord bless you... my friend (Report) Reply

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