Looking at her, I would adore her
Always dreamt of being her
Said I’d love to live her life
But never knew, I wouldn’t really wish to
Until I gained my conscious
I saw it happen before
Umpteen numbers of times
Never saw her scared, not one bit of fear in her eyes
She always tried ushering us inside
In that hurry I never understood
Her sweet voice always sang songs for us
But bled within her self
The scars that she hid from us
And never aggrieved even for a second
The man had no remorse, for what he did
Felt it was his right to be so
And that’s how he was manly enough
The raise of an arm, the blow of emotions
The wreck of faith, the shattering of truth
They were blessed to be reborn together for seven lives
This one life seemed no less than torment
She never tried to break free
Nor tried to douse the sour relation
For she had little ones to look for
Those that came from her
He saw this as a defeat, accepted from her end
To be beleaguered for every mistake
That wasn’t hers, yet was her destiny written in blue and black
She had a choice before her, she refused to take
For the traditions that instilled a bowl in her hand
That signified she held the key to the future
All by herself she needs to make a successful evolution
The man only triggers the growth of the being
For which he is so swollen with pride
He expediently remembers, the woman comes from his rib
And is supposed to live her life beneath his shadows
Under this mighty claim, he is mannish
And has the obligation to teach everyone what is right
And chastise when things went not as planned
She still has a choice to make about
But it’s been three decades together
And new things require stability in the not so perfect twosome
The little ones are heading towards a new life
The glory is all lost, yet they try to make a new story
But these are just words, which have no meaning to themselves
The drama has unfolded so many times
That it seems like a routine, with not much of surprise
The woman’s affliction increases in galore
The man can’t break the habit
She doesn’t have any choices to make any more
It’s been five decades together
The grave beckons each ones door
She rests in peace, wishing it was her seventh life that went by
The man has no remorse in his mind

[A poetry voiced to express the concerns for all the women, who are victims to Domestic Violence; with special context to Indian Women. What has surprised the society today is the Domestic Violence is not just what lower class women as in slums face; rather its a universal phenomena happening to women no matter which class. Wish people start respecting women more as they respect Godesses in temples and don't feel they are an easy way out to release pent up anger and frustation at!!]