Crushed Soul Poem by V P Mahur

The horrible cry
From the haunted house
That lie far
In the dark jungle
I decided one
To try
To listen to
Although others warned
I could hardly
Reached the place
When a cold shrill
In the gusty chill
Came to me
Beyond thrill
I can not surely say
Whether it was
Real or my imagination
But in sheer confusion
I felt her say
None cares for me
I was a bondage
When I was alive
In the social structure
Made by man for man
And even after death
I can not have a breath
Of relief for
Nothing has changed
For ages and ages
Woman still suffers
The same doom
There is no room
For her to
A real freedom zeal
Her tortured feel
Crushed under the wheel
Of circumstances