The Scar Poem by Srikar Veesam

A Scar on face might not be
As a memory to everyone as it is to me.
It brings back memories of the day when it all happened.

Waiting for the bus staring at the Stars twinkling like flowers hanging from sky.
Then, some strange hands grabbed me,
As tight as the mythic Kabandha Hastha.
I cried to the strength of my throat and loudest of my fear.
I was hit, I was frightened, I was scared.
My screams were sunk in the ocean of darkness and my pleas gone unheard.
My dribbling tears couldn't cool their lava of lust.

Opening my eyes the next day,
I found my life torn apart.
My dreams, my beautiful smile
All were faded away
I lost myself.....
My mother hugged me tight and
Her tears dripping like torrent.
I've seen my dad trying to mask the pain to give my shrunken heart some strength.

I've met people, some ask questions like when, why and how.
Some ask me to march for justice.
I've seen many eyes looking at me,
Some see me as sinned soul.
Some shower sympathy
Some looked like I deserve it
All those eyes never allowed me to heal.

But one man looked at me like what I am.
His eyes drizzle love, not pity
His hands give support but not solace
He broke my shackles of fear and
Succoured me to relearn how to smile,
How to raise my head high and stand still In the storm of arrows of society.
He made me believe that purity is for soul
What a girl like me then wants
Some self respect and a little confidence
It's been 20 years since we hooked up
but still his eyes reflect the same sort of love and esteem.

And the scar,
It reminds me of the agony I faced
It reminds me of number of times my cheeks turn wet and my heart felt heavy.
It reminds me of the times I thought of ending my life.
It also reminds how I raised
Like a tide that fell,
Like a ball that was thrown and
Like a boomerang that fate had hurled.