Dedicated to all victims of abuse irrespective of gender, age, caste, class, religion and country.
Bound by chains of propriety
Of sublime chastity
as pristine as the waters of the Gangotri
How could I reveal this blemish on my café skin
That left a mark on my soul as dark as sin
The wrath of the fury incurred
Left me all but shattered
Can you now forgive me
For not opening this cupboard
Of my dark past.
Their fingers still browse my body
Making me feel like some cheap commodity
Up for sale, cheap bargain
Oh, am I really going insane?
I hear the voices whispering and screaming
Telling me they know me inside out
That no one knows every cell in my body as do they
And I should only follow their bidding every way
The white walls here are stark reminders
of how pure childhood innocence used to be
but came those devils with arrogant quivers
to pierce and color me red as red can be.
Do you hear them telling me
The world is not such a good place to be
That mom and dad pretend to love me
Siblings and friends change moods with time
That my love is soon going to be history?