When I ws small,
I asked my dad, 'why am I born? '
He said
With a kiss on my head
'right now you are a lil angel, you will grow up as my princess, nd one day ull be queen of a king'
I believed it, i thought ……..he mean it
As I grow, my mother followed my each step
From how I talk….. to how I walk
How I behave…. to how I dress
But what for? ? ?
Evrything was fine
Untill the time
I became,
Don't know………. how and when
belonging of the one
Whom I nvr had known
….before I cud understand, I cud shy
Or I cud shout or I cud cry
My clothes were torn
And down was I thrown………
My body ws naked, Raped nd revaged
As per his wish, he squizzed and scratched
Pain I felt, ws more due to my sobbing heart than my bleeding body……….
After few minutes, my soul, though struggled, but died
Now No more I cud shout, no more I cud cry
Some air was still flowing inside my body
Some blood still running in veins
But rest………..nothing remained
I never asked again
'why am I born'
'why am I born'
...........a wonderful poem...and no one should ever have to endure what this princess went through.....concerning monsters real and imaginary....I still stand by my belief..my previous comment, I see has disappeared....if it offended you, then please accept my apologies..
heart touching... one of the best poems I have read about this topic :)
Very touching indeed.......feelings expressed very poignantly.................very nice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
how a princess gets nothing but death from evils.... a shocking incident.. nice poem...