By Nitusmita Saikia
Contributing Author for Spark Igniting Minds
A few are seen; some are unseen,
Partly this diary is a little open and a bit intact,
It is the fortress of a woman's heart.
A tale a thousand years old
entrapped inside fear and domination
A raped life is unbound tonight to exert!
Lurking behind all familiar looks,
hate engulfs an existence unto death,
Existence of a raped girl or a woman
At times a child; sigh...!
suffocating all emotions hateful tears’ hate falls
Hate for all; faith erodes silently in humanity
Life crumbles under all hate ultimately!
Who cares if they live or die..!
She is raped and loses every right,
Let's not talk about this hurting social vanity
Replacing all the stars,
which they could have had a few in their skies,
Like the blood stains here and there
On a torn face ranging from soul to eyes!
Words stumble in voice; Lips mumble
Eyes are frightened and feeble body shaking,
Pages are torn, faded inks
It's a raped diary full of cries and yells
Right from the womb to womb again,
Born to get torn!
About the Author
Nitusmita Saika is by profession an instructor in National Cadet Corps, She writes both in English and Assamese. She has been writing poetry for e-magazines like FM online magazine for couple of years.
Her poems have been published in various anthologies under www.realisticpoetry.com and much more.