The tattered pieces of my shirt,
I beheld my life in my arms,
Gave him a Shudder n jiggle.
I swayed him without a giggle.
I knew something was wrong,
But to embrace the truth, I had to be strong.
Just a few minutes ago,
He was cooing, he was happy
He was dressed up handsome
with a tiny nappy.
Everything stopped when the monsters entered ,
I struggled when they pestered.
My child got terrified so was I,
But the monsters drooled from the each eye.
My clothes were torn.
My flesh was torn.
The hurricane came
My life leaped when the monsters had gone.
I was queasy,
recollecting my clothes wasn't that easy.
I was scared, and was dead
But I had no time to feel lazy.
Not for a second I forgot my child
When the horny monsters were wild.
Although, I died every single second
When they all piled.
I could feel the tearing,
Endless pain that I was bearing,
But I couldn't detour
For my child's cry I was hearing.
My swollen lower lip,
A blue patch on my hip,
My peeled skin of elbows,
My modesty those monsters loved to whip.
The punches and slaps on my face,
They did everything to gift me disgrace.
My bitten bosom,
Clothes which were made loosen.
The streams of blood
Spurted between my thighs.
Was someone still looking down
From the blue skies.
For help,I couldn't wait.
Always be haunted by this unforgettable date.
I recalled, what went wrong.
Why did I suffer?
Was it the wrong time that I chose to come out,
Or my nicely worn dress,
Was I too beautiful,
Or I gave wrong signals,
Perhaps I just looked happy,
Possibly those monsters were young and naive.
2017 Prachi Chaturvedi
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Author: Prachi Chaturvedi
I am a teacher by profession, an artist by heart, an aspiring writer, a passionate dancer and proud mother.
I just love to be busy doing things I like.
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In tears 😭
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I understand!
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Nice. Now u r a poet also. Well done nd keep it up.
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Thank u so much Raj Lakshmi!
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I have been writing poems for years. This is how express my feelings.
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The agony defined….. Speechless
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Oh this is terrifying ! You reminded me of the Gurgaon news ! Must have been painful to feel and write such nuanced expressions !
‘young and naive’, is not apt though !
Good job 🙂
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Thanks Shreya!
I generally dont go in details of such news as they turn out to be too sad to me to handle. Infact for this news, I just read the headlines.
“Young and naive” was a sarcasm on the laws for juvenile rapists.
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