Never did I utter a word against?
Even if he tried or insisted
I was sure 'he may come to sense'
Next day morning when he will be no tense
It used to be daily affair
He will drink heavily and enter
Loose his mental balance
And beat us all at once
Children used to cry
When he may beat in rage and fly
With anger if no food was served
This was often repeated as I observed
He is nice and well mannered
But the moment drink is in, everything is altered
He turns into devil
With the letting loose of hell
I feel ashamed when near by people peep
To hear what actually transpired in night and keep
Their gossip in air with little flavor added to it
I shall do nothing but keep silence and weep
In morning, he is normal again
As if we had slept peacefully without pain
As if nothing had happened!
But he may stare helplessly and used to be saddened
Why was he taking to alcohol?
Did he really want bad name and downfall?
I had no answer to it and failed to satisfy
Instead thought about what steps to be taken and justify?
Many families may be suffering on this count?
I am one among but does that matter or amount?
Children are our prime responsibility
That is why I keep silence on its vulnerability
I wish he comes to sense one day and realize
That to be male is not only means to oblige
But to protect the interest and honor as well
Of all members who keep their tongue or tell
Ram Nath Lazwab......Nayab..Bemishal Guruvar..............Aha Kya Baat hai......I wish he comes to sense one day and realize That to be male is not only means to oblige But to protect the interest and honor as well Of all members who keep their tongue or tell
Seen by 17 Lorraine Currelley Nicely written poem about ones experience with domestic violence. Keeping the silence is never an option! Never excuse the abusers behavior! Drink is a way of explaining away criminal behaviors. The abuser is in need of help and must face his/her actions! The actions of one person can spiral into generations.
Never did I utter a word against? Even if he tried or insisted
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Catherine Trinidad and Sadiqullah Khan like this. Jackie Allen Most profound in the telling, so universal the sad story. 10 hours ago via · Unlike · 1