I am not her,
But I resemble her.
Yes, I am a girl.
That beautiful life of mine,
died somewhere on the walk of life.
I try to save myself every day from that death,
That light has lost somewhere in the darkness.
Now in that darkness, I too stay.
I can see my reflection in her.
As if she is just me.
Her luck dragged her till the door of destruction.
I fight to that luck everyday.
That father's daughter,
Mother's angel,
Has turned helpless for people.
That life of mine got converted into death.
That colorful life of mine lost the essence of it.
Brother's chattering doll fell silent forever.
Her happiness sobs.
She is forced to shatter every moment.
Her shouts get echoed within the walls.
Her breath is caged in a room.
Every moment she is forced to die to live.
That cheerful girl,
Life of happening gangs of friends,
That life of mine got converted into death.Please do comment. :)
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दामिनी
PoetryThis poem is dedicated to Nirbhaya (Delhi Rape Case 16 December, 2012). Do read and comment.