in a nowhere land,
a dingy room,
with stinking bed-covers.
she lay sprawled
like a mattress
upon which anyone can trample.
before her stand
those brutal assassins.
a video-cam catches her eye.
she closes her eyes
to pray to her God.
to ask Him to stop this.
but nothing helps.
with utter animosity,
they rip her naked.
they all stand and laugh
like ogres, eyeing their helpless feast.
one by one they take chances
to murder her chastity.
the devastation isn't just physical.
she's sedated by her pain.
they don't even stop to consider.
what more? they record it all.
they upload it.
the mediums uncountable.
a case starts in the courts.
"where did they do?"
"how long did it last for?"
those are questions she cannot answer.
suddenly the whole world knows
wherever she goes, she's confronted.
the look in everybody's eyes
is akin to that of her killers.
nobody comes to her rescue.
nobody wraps her innocence.
instead they all rip her wounds again.
they make her feel naked
in full public glare,
yet again.
everybody becomes a lecher
she cannot run away from.
the case is lost.
the accused go scott free.
she's victimised,
yet again!
she is abandoned.
nobody is there without some motive.
what is Rape?
the real ordeal?
or the stabs afterwards?
she shuts her eyes yet again
to pray for the last time.
to ask her God
to atleast grant her death.
the blade of the knife.
the warmth of her blood.
the inevitable darkness.
the eternal rest.
the freedom from the body
that bore the wounds.
the journey to the hereafter
where the vultures won't
scathe her soul ever again....
10 comments:
mahi...we'll all take turns... this one is awesome...keep it wid u for always
okay now...m really struck n kind of ashamed too
Being a girl...i can say that all this is a real brutality...well depicted. God knows where you get the ideas from...its so beckoning
m sorry that girls have to live with such fears...
The subject and the climax in the poem justify the obvious introduction of "Mr.Death"...but this death has become so stereo-type & predictible after such trials that it no longer shakes/stirs the emotions of rest of the half-dead/disguised vultures around. So I'd rather prefer to b surprised to see a different kind of but justifying climax. I know u r feeling to rip me apart but dat will b even d voice of my dead soul.....hehehehe
THANX FOR ALL UR RESPONSES...LET ME TAKE CHACES NOW TO THANK ALL..
GARV,I'LL KEEP IT...PAKKA SE!
SAM...U DO NOT WORTH TO BE ASHAMED...UR A GEM AT HEART!!
TIPU...YES...BEIN A GAL SOMETIMES PAINS BEYOND ANY DAMN THING..NOT ALWAYS...AND HELL KNOWS WHERE DOES ALL THIS STRIKES ME FROM!!
KARTI beta, DNT B SORRY.
N NOW...MR. SHADOWS... I KNEW SOMETHIN LIKE DIS WOULD B COMIN!! NO CLIMAX TO THIS KINDA SITUATION WOULD BE JUSTIFYING XCEPT THE INHUMAN PUNISHMENTS I HAVE IN MY MIND...AN ALL OUT BRUTAL SADISM INFLICTED UPON SUCH JERKS... GORY!! I KNOW!!
first ever creation widout rhymes....which really is a piece of flawless manifestation in d theme and d words chosen r impeccable!!! KUDOS!
umm...well if u see, its not d 1st creation widout words....but thnx mate!!!
This pains.
I like the metaphor of the singular usgae of blood.
Nice work. :)
thnx Debo!!
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