With spirits wilted
like a drooping flower
She wakes everyday with a hope in her heart
Today again HE will keep her alive
For her three children
the light of her life
To fulfill her needs she works all day
As a domestic help ...
where she is shunned
and reprimanded
For being late..
The maalkin says
“the dish’s not
clean the cup have stains”
She bears insults
As her heart heaves in pain
Daybreak comes...
with the end of her sari’s pallu she wipes her sweat
and placing the
leftovers in her matteted tiffin...
she heads for home with a sunken spirit..
sundown she reaches home...
three innocent faces
luk at her with alacrity
they are too happy..
their bread earner
has come back
home
the briefness of the
happy minutes is interrupted..
for here cometh
the evil brothers
the deathly silence is
broken..
as they hurl abuses in unision
you bitch..u cunt...
get out of our house
u motherf@#$!^&
harlot..
you burden on this earth
get out of my house
in a corner of
this shack
an ailing haggard
woman lies on a cot
her heart is rent as
she sees her child die
a lifeless figure..she
shouts a meek protest...
the syllables are
sucked in that crash lyk noise
..they have hit her
with fists on her stomach
As one of them gags
her mouth...
the other stamps on
her
Her unkempt knot
of hair..breaking
her only
hairclip in the process
malice..hatred..greed
makes blood thinner
than water
lyk they hacked
her husband to death...
these murderers were
very close
to wiping
out their own blood..
in cold blood
the mother of
three
lies on
earth...
conscious
enough to welcum
death
just lyk her
meaningless lyf...
meaningless
tears rolls down
from the
corner of her
eyes..
yet ..a faint
hope she nurses
today again HE
will keep her alive..
for her three children the light of her life....
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