Saturday, March 23, 2013

Own Song


Family’s donation
Father’s frustration
Man’s addiction
Your mother,
Killed by her brother
She has love of her sister
But still she faces a blister
She has her dreams
But on her every step they throw beams
She walks on with empty eyes
As the torturing moments fly by
She sits in the corner of the life train
With mind that knew nothing but pain
They scuttle and insert the weapon in her
She remembers his face
The face that had love
But the same face gave her a shove
His blood has that lust
But every time she trusts
She experiences a new tear in her crust
Her suffering is making her strong
You might make this prolong
But some day she will sing her
OWN SONG

-Gunit Cour

This poem is for every girl in the world who is a victim of dowry, molesting, heart breaks, rapes, gender discrimination. We may say that rural area is pretty remote but the urban area is no less. Unfair means against women, silent rapes, murders and sexual abuse in childhood. This is degrading the image of every man, 'Every Man' well we all live in stereotypical society where ever person is categorise, individuality is barely seen. This is a small attempt to edit our society, like it’s said ocean is made up of droplets, let's put as many pure drops as we can to create  a fresh ocean.

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