Domestic Violence & Bruises Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Mummy and Papa quarrelling,
Brawls, altercations raking relationship,
Damaging conjugal bonding
Which children seeing,
Unable to say or side with
As for tender age
But a silent witness to that
Failing to give evidence,
Quarrels villagerly,
Bruises speaking
What can we turn into anger
When out of temper!

Their complaints and grievances many,
None will come to the table to compromise,
The rift burgeoning,
Which children marking
But unable to comment
What it happening,
Backbiters trying to overhear
Like torchers, not fire-fighters in gear
After having given a march to dry haystacks
They happy to see the house burning,
Things set on fire.

Children seeing them doing Ramlila,
Looking awe-struck and frightened
Thinking what to do, what not,
Whom to call, whom not,
Where the judge to be brought from,
Who to deliver judgement,
How to broker it justice,
When will anger quell, normalcy return to,
Wisdom will prevail upon,
God, be with,
When will things rest in peace?

Situations worsening turning bad to worse,
They are appalled to mark,
The same parents looking lovelessly,
Hearing them not
But instead of are engaged in fights,
Falling short of wrestlers and boxers
In duels and bouts,
In free rounds,
Where the match-referee to
Whistle and stop it?