Lady With A Vengeance - Poem by Souren Mondal
I wanna undo things,
I hate myself, just being a bunch of
diseases and nothing else.
I have a story to tell,
I was twelve when I first met him,
a charming, handsome lad of thirteen,
And we went out on a journey,
perilous and crazy.
We made out under the trees and in his
home, where on one used to be,
And one day we did go beyond
beyond what it was meant to be,
A girl of fourteen with dreams
in her eyes,
Made love for the first time with his
I did not care about anything,
did not bother to protect myself,
And that did get me in trouble
as I became one with the child.
filled up with my lover's seed,
Did in it hold a baby
which I knew I would never see.
It was a terrible affair that I
did try to hide,
But certain things are impossible to conceal.
They found out,
And I was thrashed,
My father found out my lover
and beat him up,
But as a revenge, my lover
spread out rumours
that I had sex with him like a
And was pregnant at fourteen.
I had to abort my baby,
and the world did not care,
My father slapped me and beat me
up with a belt,
And no one could understand
my hidden pains...
I decided that it was enough,
when my father said I was like
who can sleep with anyone who pleases
I slit my wrists and nearly died,
But somehow, miraculously, came out alive.
And then I decided that enough was enough,
Boys have made me cry,
I will get even with them,
I will avenge all my pains.
No one will be spared,
O, none at all,
I'll take them down,
One by one
Although it will hurt me somewhere,
Somewhere down my own heart,
broken and torn into pieces,
I'll still hold this burning
in my hand,
I'll send each one of them down to hell
And people will judge me,
I don't care!
I am a woman on a mission,
A girl with vengeance in her heart
And I will not stop
until everyone falls apart.
Everyone, including me.
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