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In a place called rural India

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They took a hammer, striked it hard

took no mercy, broke my heart

they used a driller, drilled my brain

all the memories, drained like rain

the waves rising ever high

and winds blowing ever fast

there is no clue of sign

to how long this solitude will last

"do this not that, it's a tit for tat,

what we tell you is for your best"

I followed suit never once rebelled

Days turned to months, life turned to hell

'revolution inalienable to growth

freedom unprescriptible birthright to all

but I was a girl which means no hope

I lived in a town

where monsters reigned

I asked to dream

but no it meant

I lived in a town, unsuited for girls

I lived in a town where monsters howled

there only men ruled the land

from houses,streets to our worlds

I lived in a land quite unknown

because stepping outside was never a boon

superstitions and black magic ruled our lives

for raising your voice death was the price

yes I was a girl,so it was alright

since we were submissed ,nobody thrived

men were strong and loud and harsh

but that was indeed brave,like wars or fights

The mothers cried, when girls were born

wished for a boy to ultimately bloom

not because they thought we were any less

but because they knew about the mess

There where I lived,people sold child brides

if you were a girl, you merely survived

with a land full of chameleons, and reptiles

how beauty was a curse?

no one realized

where humans were slaves like rodents

and termites..

the right to freedom, girls were deprived

I lived in a land of unsafe nights

of unsaid words and hidden cries

I lived somewhere where everyone was tagged

on stupid things like what one wears

the more one tried to change things

the more adjectives she bagged

the world was full of fears and traps

one's worst fear was another man

In here being good was never a fad

All around us were selfish souls

all around the city were dark dark roads

Education was reserved only for well offs

but i was from a poor household

I was a girl from a place unknown

I was star-dust, a hurting soul

now that place is so-called evolved

but nightmares share stories untold

~ EUREKA DAHIYA


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launchora_imgAshvini Ray
7 years ago
It's amazing. Keep up the good work!
launchora_imgShipra Singh
7 years ago
This is something that every independent girl must read through!
really liked the truth displayed in this poem. life is very frustrating and it shows us many faces of various people. and rural india is really a great topic to choose. hoping for more poems like this one from you

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