THE BROKEN GIRL
-
T. V. Dhakshaayani (India)
She was like a wolf, but a
lone one,
Drank water from the
stench, which she shun,
Her eyes as cold as the
pitch the world never seen,
Once was filled with love
and happy screams.
They told her that the
pack together strives and lives,
She proved them wrong as
she forgives,
For those were days when
she was frail,
She became a legend and
her path tells a gritty tale.
Its starts as calm as the pace
less water,
Things which she earned
for no longer matter,
Is that what she wants to
be !
Stock-still doll or a life
less being.
Her silent weeps echoes like a morning dew,
Seems like light but there
is darkness too,
It spread deep and wide
with help of wind,
Her life just begins for a
beautiful end.
Is she fine ? is that what
they want to ask,
No true self for they all
wear mask,
Her life is like a
masquerade ball,
All their pudgy attitude
makes her appal.
The blooming flower gives
a doleful scent,
Her past and pains are
something she can’t confront,
The bees, are they happy?
Not a mourn,
Her petals fall as she
feels like she is forlorn.
The glassy breeze sheathes
the barren land,
Looks like gold due to the
blazing sun,
Can water harvest this
beautiful land ,
Her body is shamed and
wrecked for their fun.
The red moon shimmers so
bright at night,
Why do they compare it to
the cock light,
Each shines when their
times comes ,
Why make her regret what
she has become?
The coldness of the snow
slowly soften,
Time of spring fills the
air with pollen,
Makes the breath of wind so thawing and cordial,
Was she ever given or felt
like that? Is that normal?
Her thought are like a
frozen lake in the winter’s snow,
A tiny crack can break her
whole,
Will her mind and body be
like that river’s flow,
Or dampness and darkness
stains her soul.
The lonely walk along the
pathless Allee
Her mind and road seems
like a long épée,
Will the music be enough
to appease the sleeping trees,
But it is enough to melt
the broken girl like gentle breeze.
At last she no longer
fears the undying sun,
She didn’t want or earn
for people, being alone is fun,
She became the screen for
those stars to shine,
Cause her brokenness is
what made other’s life align.
To all the broken girls
who feels like nothing,
Prevail so that your life
and death will mean something
As there must be sadness
to love happiness,
For each pages will turn
into a tune of beautiful endlessness.
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