Who Am I?
Who am I?
A girl, who loves breezes, river shore, and flowers.
They say I am the ‘Witch of darkness’’
But he told me, ‘You play and enjoy nature’
I am your noble who will protect you, no matter what.
Still, I questioned, Who am I?
A girl, who is scared of being questioned, being demeaned, or being mocked by the mob,
So, he looked into my eyes, held my hands, and gave me the warmth of his arms
Yes, that was the warmest comfort
Alas! In my deep darkness where I was dying
Yes, thy existence is just like a blooming orchid.
But, The night is scary, and so is the place
Nothing was visible.
Suddenly I felt someone lusted hands over my mouth
I was dragged into a corner
I begged for my survival but in return got his demonic laughter
I cried but no one heard.
He snatched everything and left me in pieces
But that was not the end rather the beginning
Alas! My warrior has been lost and I am living dead.
The question remains, Am I even A girl?
The fear of night has gone and the sunshine has arrived
Again, I am at the river shore, silence was not my comfort anymore
I cried, cried, and cried.
That cry was not of help but rather of the pain, horror, and sorrow.
Yes, You got it.
I was, as they say, being raped
But what is rape?
He came to console me but that’s not needed anymore.
We looked into eyes and again, he held me and said
Hold the sword, assassinate the monster, and come back victorious.
Yes, thy my savior, I will happily do that
But will that bring whatever I have lost?
Finally, I am a living dead and nothing left
And, Now I Don’t even want to question
Who am I? A girl, A raped girl, or A woman.
With the anger in his eyes and pain in his heart
He invoked the war against the demon;
But he lost because his loved ones resorted to curtains
I laughed and he roared angrily or maybe painfully
He regretted why he left at night when the little girl always needed him.
Suddenly, he wrapped me around his arms and said,
You are a girl of resilience and strength
Don’t lower your head, because it was not you who wronged
Stand straight because you have faced enough.
Keeping quiet will make you weak
So, let me teach you how to slaughter the demon.
Now onwards, don’t question Who are you?
The answer is on their face
That, an emotionally strong girl,
A girl who knows how to survive strong
A woman who knows how to slaughter demon
A woman who intended to make 1000 Altine with her cry.
Yes, My beautiful Little Princess
Thy pitiful cry which is not less than the warcry.
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