I am counting up my demons..
Demons, that cursed my entire life..
And yet, I possess nothing but these demons..
Demons, that formed the basic axis of my life!
It should have been a day of great Delight,
When I made way to my mother's womb
But rather it turned to be a plight
For they considered my presence as malign..
Although at every step, I proved I am fine!
They always hoped for someone to be next in line
A son who can carry on the bloodline,
And soon I turned to be burden on their lives..
But I never let my hopes drown
For I knew A spl someone would respect my heart
But reality soon opened my eyes,
When I was brutally incensed to die….
I sacrificed my whole life,
They paid back by scrapping my first child!
Again I could do nothing but cry,
As I was never taught how to raise my voice..
I could never find my mistakes,
Nor the reason for never ending atrocities on my body and mind,
May be its all related to the deeds of my previous life.
Iniquitous sins that still haunt this wretched life!
I deny to accept the truth,
That says I committed a crime by being a feminine!
When children are directly sent by ‘His Divine'
Who are we mortals to challenge his mind?
Now in the final dawn of my life,
I am left with nothing but these demons of my so called life!
If only I could have shown some repugnance;
I could have turned my death to life!
Shikha, a good theme it is! A note of pessimism is there.Thru your poem the message you want to give is apt.Thanks for sharing this superb piece.Well, you may read my poem-We, The Women..
Shikha, a good theme it is! A note of pessimism is there. Thru your poem the message you want to give is apt.Thanks for sharing this superb piece.Well, you may read my poem-We, The Present Women..
And soon I turned to be burden on their lives..Although at every step, I proved I am fine! They always hoped for someone to be next in line A son who can carry on the bloodline, And soon I turned to be burden on their lives.. lovely line i admire. but curse on indian society... pathetic feeling... great poem...10
could never find my mistakes, Nor the reason for never ending atrocities on my body and mind, May be its all related to the deeds of my previous life. Iniquitous sins that still haunt this wretched life! brilliant write. keep itup
for sure the light will destroy the darkness and demons..and For sure again, the life is the correct choose. death will come a day. keep the life! a Perfect and nice writing that is called: a terrific work of art!
great theme articulated well. Try reading mine. S.P.
A very good poem. May God give you the wisdom, courage and strength to change the mindset of males of the Indian society. Thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Shikha! Thanks for sharing this poem...female infanticide is an evil that must be eradicated completely from our society...I hope this poem is not autobiographical...if it is, I hope and pray that God gives you the strength to fight through it all...