Fear, is what
is left in me
I come with honor
and a pitiable dignity
For I agreed
to something
I indeed regret
I cannot escape
Stuck at an infinite depth
I search helplessly
for a sign of refuge
A means of understanding
I say a prayer or two
The man in my life
who once seemed to understand
is nothing but a coward
a simpleton at hand
Who is not a real
but a fake personality
And behind closed doors
He shows his stupidity
"A wife" he claims
"is irresponsible and meek"
He has to show his authority
to prove she's weak
Unfortunes follow
Treasures drain
The abuse increases
and with that, its pain
My sorrow is abundant
My tears fill
what have I done
to deserve this will ?
For once I was a bride
with a certain charm
Now I'm a woman
Who's always harmed
I was a being
Sold in a hurry
to a family unknown
whose intentions vary
Dowry they want
for a world so safer
Thoughts otherwise
hidden, the better.
Tears of torture
pain and misery
A world that lacks salvation
Is one that belongs to me
I lay here
Silent to the earth
writhing in pain
Stripped of my worth
Fear is what
Is left in me
I came with honor
Gone is my dignity
YOU ARE READING
In me.
PoetryLife of a woman in rural India. Inspired by satyamevijayte ( Indian Social Awareness program)