Catching
Up
Catching up
With the butterflies
Is no longer possible
These days
My wings are clipped.
Those sunny days
Are no more.
The butterflies
Used to fly around
The flowers bloomed
The dreams had wings
To fly too.
The childhood
Had its charm
A carefree life
Caterpillars turn into
Butterflies
The wings flutter freely
In the air
There was nothing
To be afraid of.
Life is no more
The same
The butterflies
Vanished quickly
In the thin air
Not to reappear again.
Dancing Days
Those days
In a sleepy village
Surrounded by nature
In full bloom
The stream flowing nearby
I cherish today.
Bullocks running
On the dusty roads
The evening bells ringing
In the temple premises
The morning prayer
In the school
Still reverberate
In my ears.
The moon and stars
Shining bright
In the open sky
Dispelling darkness
Of the night
Missing in the metro city.
Life has come
A full circle
The childhood memories
Lurking inside
I cherish those
Dancing days
In my midnight dreams.
I Have Nothing To Say
I am cursed
To be born a woman.
You disrobed me
Paraded me naked
Assaulted me
Raped me
In broad daylight
I have nothing to say !
My eyes are dry
My vessels too
My lips are tight
I can’t cry
I can’t shout
I can’t ooze blood.
Leave me to pray
Silently tonight.
Oh God
Forgive these brutes
They don’t know
Their sins.
No comments :
Post a Comment
We welcome your comments related to the article and the topic being discussed. We expect the comments to be courteous, and respectful of the author and other commenters. Setu reserves the right to moderate, remove or reject comments that contain foul language, insult, hatred, personal information or indicate bad intention. The views expressed in comments reflect those of the commenter, not the official views of the Setu editorial board. рдк्рд░рдХाрд╢िрдд рд░рдЪрдиा рд╕े рд╕рдо्рдмंрдзिрдд рд╢ाрд▓ीрди рд╕рдо्рд╡ाрдж рдХा рд╕्рд╡ाрдЧрдд рд╣ै।