Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Bronze Star - 2,253 Points (1-7-1959 / india)

Trauma Of A Girl - Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

What am I do on this land?
For I am mauled day out and day in.
What am I do on this land?
For I am always chained and veiled.

I am a woman,
That is always nailed by butchers.
It has no beginning,
Nor an end to this,
For I am a delicious dish to all.
I am a commodity,
Littered all over the world,
Deeper than the oceans am, I:
But my arms are powerless.
Robed and disrobed every day,
I am played eternally,
Like the day and night.
Like the crop I come and go,
I am light to all but live like a shadow;
Strange are my dark days.

I am the mother of this universe,
But all the pains are in my lap,
I am a sister,
But always live alone,
I am a daughter,
Always in fears and tears.
Like a precious commodity,
Sold and bought;
Traded, robbed, plundered,
Even by Moguls, the Great;
I am a creation divine,
But mauled into bits,
Like a cub by brute wolves.
Coming and going but lay dead;
On some wild down above the windy deep.

Man ride on me, repeating wrongs!
They ride with dagger in hand,
And wine in mind,
Were I not a woman, I could tell a tale.
But you man! Can not understand,
The shame that cannot be felt for shame;
I can not breathe with torn chastity,
That stinking man? Plucked the flower,
Before it blossom, considered no treason.
O God! Castigate him,
To crop the sweet rose before the HOUR.
Tale must not recast, a cruel gust of wind,
Puffing out the glow and darkening,
The sculptured ornament,
And wearied out for the couch and sleep.

I have voice but remain voiceless;
None understands my language and love.
I want to fly like a pigeon,
In the spring season,
Higher and higher,
Wants to lost in the clouds,
Meet the star, talk to moon.
Hide behind the mighty sky,
Swallow the burning sun into my womb,
And deliver to the world,
The message of new dawn,
Sans chains and veils,
Sans butchers and butcheries;
Must live to the harm of none,
And all became happy dreams.

Free to flow like Mother, Ganga,
Free to sing like Sister, Wind,
Free to live like Daughter, Green.
That every where I am loved,
And the new dawn delivering,
Joy and happiness to all.
The world to peace again,
And smile as sun smiles at all,
Read my book with ample margin,
The text no longer any word of fear,
But every square of text an awful charm,
Of every word made easy to me,
And in the comment all see the charm,
And oath to protect holy vows of chastity,
O, the results are simple, a dear girl.

What am I do on this land?
For I am mauled day out and day in.
What am I do on this land?
For I am always chained and veiled.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 18, 2013

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