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O Mother! Hear me say.



O mother! I have lost a battle
fought unfairly in the darkest hours of humanity.
Brutalized in the claws of a menagerie,
I stare into deepest trenches of agony.
In their inhuman acts of choosing turns,
they strangulated my dreams and
trampled my individuality.
Rocked from holy to unholy dust
In seconds of beastly lust,
I weep not in tears, but blood.
Into the despairs of endless torture, I fell
dignified like a fallen duchess.
O mother! Hear me say.
Hunt the hounds and feed them
my gangrene.
My nails have buried bits of their flesh,
despair not mother,
feed the rabid dogs.
O mother! I am hurt.
I want a drop of water to wet my lips
that are swollen from some rotten worms.
I have broken bones and disjoint hips,
and wings that have lost all its feathers.
O mother! Am I still alive?
Treasure my reveries, for I give up.
My breath is shorter than a millisecond
And I don’t know for how long, I will
breathe, slowly into death.
O mother! Don’t weep those precious tears.
From now on, you’ll be safe in my prayers.
Stay near me, mother
Sing me your lullaby for
let me sleep peacefully ever.

Comments

  1. Farah, "you'll be safe in my prayers.". I have no words to say. A poignant sensation prevails.

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  2. The style is vaguely familiar to some women writer but I can't place it...by the way that's a good thing, in case you think I am accusing of copying :-)

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  3. each word came as a blow !!! :) ...

    treasure my reveries, for i give up.... :)

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  4. @ Sulfia...well, if it is good, there are reasons to cheer...or else, i need to do some retrospection..:)

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  5. @ Neetha....thanx Neetha dear...:))))

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