Abuse Poem by Rakhi Jayashankar

How the delirious passion sublimed
How the dreams vanished
How the sassy couple was demolished
How the enviable relation changed

The endless waiting became ' I have no time for your folly'
The profligacy of gifts became ' I have to be penny pinching'
One's who gave birth to me, once the luckiest parents are now, tacky creeps
The unconditional support became ' Who gave you permission'
And rampage! ! ! !
Is it a nightmare, A phantasm
Running my hands through the bruises; Reality hugs me
Yes! ! I am being abused
By the king of my dreams; the possessor of my soul
Physiologically, Psychologically

Oh dear Angel! !
Saviour of the helpless
Come and resurrect me from the pit of darkness
To the world of freedom