When the man beside me holds me alot tight
When the Bulls are hit so hard in that rain
When a woman was letting all that pain out of her chest in a house
My eyes looked downI was so hostile to everything around me
Not the new nor the old things I know
I really don't know what I am now
Yet my eyes only fell on my feetAll that wears around my body didn't disturb me
But my rings on my feet look different to me
They are so pressed and i couldn't complain.
From my heart i couldn't despairThat ups and downs these Bulls make finally stopped
Those who wanted to race wished to rest now
Everything went over my head
Tears couldn't stop hiding behind my eyesIt was a huge thunderstorm
And i am not sure whether I can make it to home.
This man beside me
Please eliminate him.
He doesn't do distancing with me.I really wanted to yell
But my mouth shut me up
I really wanted to cry
But my eyes zipped my feelingsUnder this veil of mine.
No one knows what is happening
Mixed feelings about me
After what mata told me.These Bulls pushed me forward and i fell on his feet.
I couldn't think of any
I had to sleepThe storm was the worse now.
But looks like new home looks great now.
All white, and all pale
Women with differences standing in front.Rain was patting
The way i couldn't compare
Over my head
My hair is wet nowI stood in the rain
Where my tears are no different from the drops
Just perumal knows
Which are from heaven
And which are from landI preferred a veil better
They accepted me with this.
But it was time.
They plucked that only thing I loved the most.Everyone saw my face
I wish it was poison burnt
"Looking gorgeous my beautiful"
They awed
How are they all in my wedding?Fire was fighting with that rain.
To take off all that evil eyes
I wish there was no evil eyes
To get me married like thisI stood in that rain
Where my father's plans beared a fruit
Where my brother lost his struck
Where my promise to my mother failed
Everything projectedMy husband literally dragged me with him
And i thought I was his only wife.
Now great with all these girls
I am sorry they all look women
With differences of feelings when I came in.Everything ended
Now all I have to do is kick the rice i eat.
Laid in the corner that pot of rice.
Is there anything else I have to do?I was let in
Finally i am not in hell with him
But who knows who pushed me?
I was into this dark room with no lights around me.
And a cot that I don't know.Oh god ! Please suggest me some better ideas!! I don't like where this is going.
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Shackles
PoetryThis poetry ballads are about a very young child who grew up with very less restrictions. As she grew up! Her Restrictions were very tightened up. Will she break them up? Or abode them? Is she going to stand individual or be a slave to her elderly...