They say the world is too cruel,
They won’t let you forget that
you are not pure
That you were ripped apart inside
out
That your soul was played with
Like a mud doll
They say I am living dead
There is no meaning, there’s
nothing left.
My mother looks at me and thinks
Had it been not better if I were
a still born
My brother puts up a brave face,
To the world that knows him not
Inside he is a broken man
His identity has been fixed for
life
He shares his blood with a raped
girl.
My father can’t look at my
bandaged body
He wishes I were dead long back.
His pride shattered, his head
bent
His eyes will not look up ever
again.
I lie on the hospital bed
My eyes closed, groaning in pain.
I hear a voice that whispers
something
Do I also want the same thing for
me?
No,I say never,not at all
Keep those prayers, you
sympathies to you
I want to see the blue sky again
And feel the gust of wind beating
against my face.
I want to sing in hushed voice in
bathroom
While bathing away the day’s weariness.
I want to eat that special sweet
My mother cooks on my birthdays.
I want to go back to the warmth
of
My hearth, my home.
And sleep as if there were no
tomorrow
I want to walk the streets of the
city
That I have learnt to call my
home.
