Reality Check.

As a baby girl they planned to send me to a man,
I couldn’t escape even when I said, “I can”.
They chased me in the midst and in a prison I was locked,
After bearing all the injustice from my family, I was shocked.
Later, on a day, my parents bid me a bye,
Being with an aged man, I was very shy.
He harassed me and badly I was abused,
He felt I was a doll and like it I was used.
Even a doll is not so badly played with,
He didn’t act like a lamp, my life was unlit.
Like a candle, I slowly started to melt,
My feelings and pain, by no one were felt.
I was daily touched, undressed and hit,
He didn’t have mercy and never did he quit.
Whole night I bleeded and cried,
Somewhere then, my throat was dried.
I couldn’t speak nor could I walk,
I didn’t have my mom beside me to cry to or talk.
I couldn’t confide, my grievances couldn’t share,
For me, life acted truly unfair.
A baby girl then, now grew old,
Even now, my rights, my worth I couldn’t hold.
I truly regret to be born as a baby girl,
All I do now is sit, cry and curl.

Even now, men often show their brutality,
Still, a woman is cursed for her sexuality,
Why doesn’t the society come and check the reality?

-Rtr. Keya Jagirdar.

(Joint Editor, RCKC)

Published by rckceditorial

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