It’s dark and dreadful
I have died each day on streets of this great land
As I died in rather irksome circumstances
Torn apart by people who could not control that lust within
Hungry for that pound of flesh
However small it may be
Silently breathing in the toxic stares
I wanted to live
I have seen the world as a mother, a wife, a baby, a daughter
Each day I was told to live within limits
My skirt length, brastrap, body all was controlled
by those who thought they knew me well
I was always told by parents to not venture out late
For the fear of vultures who knew just the right kind of prey
I too wanted to live
I cared for the lush green fields, the sky, the beauty of nature
I chilled out with my boyfriends, smoked and drank with ease
I cared to chase butterflies who would help keep the darkness away from me
I was who I was
I was never apologetic and had zero regrets
As demons hound the innocent and meek
My soul now craves for justice
Where life seeks answers
Especially as an Indian I ask why me?
What did I do wrong
Why was I cursed
I had a life ahead
I too wanted the simple pleasures of life
For me there was no good or bad
For me all were the same
I have lived with dignity and in future to will do so
I thought of letting you know
That these words of mine are aches that I never show
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