A baby girl
Dawned on this earth
Big protruding eyes
Crimson cheeks
Very fair
Cuddled
In the arms of her mother
Suckling
The nipples
Satiating
The honours of motherhood.
The family
Scorned & Ignored
The new-born
The fault was simple
She was a Peppy Girl.
Her mother
Faced the music
Been incapable
To bring a heir
She was cursed
For the disaster.
Mother nurtured
Her Fantastico
Like princess
Bearing
The brunt of all.
With a hope
A day will dawn
When girls will be
Greeted
With open arms.
Time navigated
The baby
Blossomed
To a charming nymph
Under the impact
Of myriad
Love & care.
Parents
Explored
A fitting alliance
For their lovely
Daughter
Blessing
To be showered
With positive vibes.
The Day Arrived
Wrapped in bridal red attire
Decked in dazzling gold
Tread
Leaving
The relations behind.
To start a life a fresh
With the Prince Fantastico
With the blessings of all.
Thousands of peppy dreams
Weaved in fantasy
Caged in her heart
To lead a life
In the aura of happiness & care
In the close embrace of her love.
The very first night
Her dreams were scattered
Hearing his first verdict
Of her Man
She was only
An ornamental mistress
Some other
Reigned
His mind & heart.
Trembling
Shaking
In pain & disaster
Watching
The impostor
Shed off his skin
Of mildness.
Numerous questions
Toppled
Reverberated in her mind
Why was she opted
For this Music
Roping her name
Deflowering her life
Where she erred?
She cried out loud
Howled & pleaded
Appealing for the mercy
With a hope
He will melt.
Her pleads went in vain
He was a living monster
With steel heart & claws.
He laughed & thundered
Narrowing his eyes
Enjoying her unspeakable plight.
She was breached
And
All her dreams tattered
Before her eyes.
Mustering courage
She navigated
Trampling
Superficial bindings
Giving
Imposter a blow.
With a vow
To recast
Her life anew.
© Ila Varma 28-01-2016
The girl’s birth is not welcomed in most of the families. People celebrate the birth of a son with pomp and show and there is a innate belief that the son’s are the heirs of family. Biologically, a female has no role in giving birth to a son or a daughter, it is the male’s sperm which decides the sex of a child, but still females are held responsible for it. Since primitive days, people scorned at the birth of a girl child. People got educated, lifestyle changed but the mindset did not underwent major changes and the society still disapproves her existence.
What an irony, the creator of universe is not welcomed, her hard luck.
A bit change crept in as times navigated and the parents supported & educated her. When she attains a marriageable age, they search a suitable alliance and marries her off nurturing a dream that she is blessed with a loving husband and family.
Sometimes, luck does not favor her and she is cheated. In our society, man can live a life on his own terms but in the case of a woman, people back out to help her and she is locked in the four walls of house suppressing her desires.
Time has changed and it is the need of the hour to change the mindset of society. She too has a right to live and her wants to be fulfilled.
Society disapproves but few have dared to bring in the change and has moved out of the relationship which was farce and has carved a place of her own. It requires a lot of courage and perseverance to bear the taunts of family & society.
We need to change our perspectives for the female child and raise her without discrimination.
Such cases still prevails in our society and it needs to be changed. Impact of education has upsurged in society but still a long way to go.
Dark facet of the society exist in the dark corners of our country.
Poet of the Poem: © Ila Varma
(The views expressed are solely of the author Ila Varma, my close observations. It is not influenced by anyone.)
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This blog post is inspired by the blogging marathon hosted on IndiBlogger for the launch of the#Fantastico Zica from Tata Motors. You can apply for a test drive of the hatchback Zica today.
2 replies on “Scars”
That is inspiring! Very well written.
Thanks Indrani.