TalismanA Poem by Swapnashree PaniIt depicts the story of a rape victim. The incident gets worse with the loss of her lover and the lack of care and support by her Father.
Talisman
Yellow with the hues of blue, Talisman it is, that resides in you. Overpowering your will with an exuberant thought: an ugly charm you mustn’t have begot. Scrutiny of pain with the mercy of memory, it shall remind you of your long lost story where you rode your stallion like a Mikado; dragging you by the foot as you reach the brow. From infinity and beyond you'll see an illumination, butterflies and people around ya, a fake illusion. They have barred you from life’s color and vibrance, rancor running in your veins, amidst ambivalence. One moment you dust yourself to stand up for your fight, the next you're mourning at the indelible sight. You've been touched, pious no more they say, thy eyes look for some hope, afraid they might give way. *** Used, torn and thrown I was, they killed a part of my soul. My beau drowned in his blood; beyond my control. I lay there motionless and still, giving myself up, to those four spawns of devil. When this paradigm of masochism took its toll those scoundrels dug into my body entire and whole. Sheer exultation reflected as they carried out this macabre task. Threw me into the woods and disappeared in the dark. I looked out for some fabric to cover my body. I had been wounded, tormented brutally. Walking down the street I looked for my home. Father inquired about their identity, furious filled with odium. Neighbors clicked their tongue at my treacherous fall. Baba clenched his fist and disconnected the call. He said, “I'm sorry daughter; he is my Sahib’s son”. The remnants of my faith in humanity took a churn. “Apologies but we are subordinates of a superior monarch. Nevertheless, it’s your fault; you shouldn't have been out in the dark.” © 2014 Swapnashree Pani |
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2 Reviews Added on May 17, 2014 Last Updated on May 17, 2014 AuthorSwapnashree PaniIndiaAboutStudent. Crazy art lover, hungry for books with a strange way of living life. I find solace in the most peculiar places. Solitude is the art of living gracefully. It isn't about why you're surviving b.. more..Writing
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