I was still young
I was still naive
With lust or love
I had no tryst
And then you came
In to my life
You barged your way
Don't you remember that night
You made me fall in love with you
You said that all this was so true
You promised that you will hold my hand
And never desert me whatever the trend
But seventeen years down the road
When I am not young, beginning to get old
You have new planning so up your sleeve
It has been in process, to me unseen
For I never fulfilled your dreams
You don't need me,
But need change of scene
With much hatred
You beat me up
Dragged me on
So I loose my trust
You tried your best
To break me down
Like wild animal
I was to be trained
While I made no-sound
I still remember
My tuft of hair
In your hand
The pain of your kicks
While I cowered
Writhing in unspoken pain
That night of horror
Still I live
Humiliated and hurting
Nursing hatred
Now you want
To get rid of me
An easy task
You think
It will be
Just you wait
You narcissistic waste
For justice now
Awaits at your place
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An impressive and heart touching poem.