Married away at 15,
Separated from her parents,
Brothers and sister and pushed,
Headlong into a life,
That she was thoroughly unprepared for.
Having just studied till Class Eight,
Never ever did she argue,
With her parents or elder brothers,
Hoping that they had found,
The right man for her.
Ah! How cruel can life be?
Joining a brood of individuals,
Who cared only about money,
And were polished parasites,
She suffered a lot.
Then a ray of hope arrived,
As her husband,
Received a posting far away,
And she joined him on a long journey.
A man who felt it below,
His dignity to attend social gatherings,
With his lawfully wedded wife,
Because she was a simpleton from a village.
She would adapt, living on her own,
Assisted by the friendly old neighbours,
As her husband went away on duty,
She would pick the nuances of an alien language,
And learn to survive in the harsh cold climate.
She would remain the emotional bond,
That would bind two,
Dysfunctional families together.
Over the years the man,
Would display a seriously disturbing,
Personality trait – where the devil,
Would awaken with the poison,
Alcohol going into him.
Mood swings, domestic violence and abuse,
Stealing money, lying and all the sins,
That the mind and body,
Could conceive – the man,
Finally turned into the Devil.
One fine day her saint-like,
Patience and perseverance broke.
She slapped him tight,
Leaving him in a daze,
Packed her bags,
Took her last remaining,
Un-pawned jewels and walked out.
Out of a crazy life,
That sapped her grace,
A monster who treated her,
Like a paltry rug,
To be trampled upon,
Family which never understood her.
She just walked out,
Into the gentle rain.
The rain brought hope,
Hope of a new beginning,
An independent life,
Where no one would,
Trample upon her,
Or take her for a ride.
Where she would be respected,
For who she was,
And not looked upon,
Like a mere commodity.
It was the beginning,
Of a new life,
A Better Tomorrow!
This is a tale of many a woman in this great country of ours. Domestic abuse and violence is a serious problem. For ages, women have remained tied to their abusive husbands just for the sake of their children. But now things are changing, courage, love and respect takes precedence and women are taking a stand. They are walking out of abusive marriages and relationships and starting life afresh. This poem is dedicated to every single woman – be it sister, mother, friend, or someone whom I have never met; who have chosen to respect themselves and move on! I salute your spirit!
Note: I am not adding anyone’s photo as this is dedicated to every woman in this country!
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