THE BLACK LADY

HELLO EVERYONE!!My precious dear readers. I was absent for a while 'cause of lack of time , and there are sincere apologies for that.But now, I'm back , with a poem that will make you acquainted with the plight of the poor Indian women in the early times , when divorce was seen as something like a 'punishable offence' , and such women were seen as shameful beings , animals. i  dedicate this poem to all those women who had to die or suffer at the hands of those conservatives and orthodox persons.My serious respects.

Its not what I should be doing

But  I am fretting over it all the more

Its not what I should be thinking

But I am pondering over it real hard

Words , mere words

Harsh ,cruel , heartless words

Thoughtless , pointless , nonsense words

Words I hear all day

Day and night they tease me

Haunt me  , torture me

Kill me , a slow painful death

Make me hate myself

“Why were you born , disgraced girl!”

“You stained , pathetic child of a harlot”

“Death is what you deserve , you mongrol”

“You bad, bad woman”

And that’s what I hear

Everywhere I go

The lovely  nature  itself

Seems to loath my very existence

For a fault that wasn't mine

For a sin I never committed

And so I decide to leave this disgraced body

A body which is no longer my own

 a soul, brutally murdered

by the vehemence of the king

the ruler of this world

the lord of this universe

the greedy , lustful man

but as I tie the rope to the fan

I ask myself

what did I do?

What sin did I commit?

what shame did I bring?

by separating myself  from a greedy oaf

by freeing myself from the clutches of a demon

by showing the world what a beast he was

and what beasts others like him are

and the answer came

as if it was already there

infested in my head by some demons

who call themselves angels , my guardians

“it was yours to tolerate him

To respect him , to satisfy him.

You disgraced your womanhood

Your delicacy , your culture.

  Your love your passion

Your duty your nature.”

And so they condemned me to die

I , their daughter,was left to perish

To succumb to my own misery

To melt and rot in my own dump

I thought I had done something brave

Something good , something better

But now ,the situation compels me to think

That I was wrong

I was wrong to save myself

I was wrong to save my body , my soul

I was wrong to save my womanhood , my humanity

Wrong to fight for my freedom , my frailty

And so, the rope goes on my neck

And it feels bad  , its suffocating

But my last thoughts are peaceful

Peaceful forgiveness that I ask from god

For committing my sins

For redeeming me from them

So , how did you like my poem? Feel free to give your views , friends. The comment option is right below this.HAPPY READING!!!