She

When she was born,

You didn’t want her…

‘Couldn’t give me a son’…

You loved to berate your wife and taunt her…

And when you had a son, he went to the better school,

You personally drove him to his cricket coaching class,

While she didn’t even have dolls to play with…

Her smile annoyed you, ‘She has too much sass’…

You grudgingly sent her to college,

And made sure she felt guilty about the expense…

And even the fact that she topped her class,

Didn’t matter to you, not even a cent…

To your horror she said she wanted to work,

Be independent, stand on her two feet…

‘But what about your marriage plans?’,you spluttered…

‘I have arranged for a boy for you to meet.’

So you forced her to meet random strangers,

Put her on display, like she was a thing…

Settled what her future would be in one meeting…

Forced her to put on that engagement ring…

You ignored your wife’s million requests,

You ignored the muffled sobs from your daughter’s room…

‘I’m doing what’s right for her, we won’t find a family like this’….

And so withered a flower that was meant to bloom…

Marry him, she did – as per your wish…

And he beat her for what she couldn’t give,

All the things he had asked for in dowry,

And pain at the hands of a man she again had to relive…

Bruised and broken, she asked for your help,

But the doors to your house were closed…

You left her alone, helpless and bereft of a way out,

So when she died, the way the men in her life treated her was exposed…

But it was too late,

No one could bring her back…

Empathy towards its women,

Is something our country lacks.


Makes me ashamed to call myself an Indian. I am lucky to come from a well-educated family, but not every girl is lucky. Many are forced to marry at a young age or forced to give up their daughters. They face verbal and physical abuse on a daily basis and silently put up with it. Indian men need to treat their women better. Big time.

Over and out,

Ladyhawk

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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My Weary Heart

My weary heart…

Treads alone on this lonesome path…

Leaving you and what you brought, behind…

Your lies and your words, oh so unkind.

Tossed around like a rag doll,

No more…I’m not your plaything…

Common sense, this time to you I will listen…

I must get away from him…my footsteps quicken.

Your ‘love’ is a joke…

In my brain, it’s a chemical imbalance…

It’s not for me, not for me…

My heart and my brain whisper this to me.

Pain leaves a wet trail on my cheeks,

Breathlessness, a missed heartbeat…

My body screams out in distress to me…

So first, I must learn how to take care of me.

You have to be your own hero…

Watch out for those who dim the light in your soul…

My weary heart has had it too rough…

And finally I’ve had the courage to say ‘Enough’

For on my own I am complete, long before I met you,

And I don’t need anyone to mend what’s broken…

I’ll do it myself, I’ll shine – I’ll be ME!

Of your untrue love, my weary heart will be free.

 


 

Dedicated to anyone who is in a toxic or abusive (emotional or physical) relationship. No, I am not talking about mine. I am fine. I am talking to those people who need to leave the ‘soul – suckers’ and break free from the cycle of negativity. You do you! You can do it, you are strong. You are complete.

Love,

Ladyhawk

Ladyhawk says Hi & has an update

Hi guys!

This is my 6th year of blogging and after giving it some thought, I have decided to change things a bit for my blog. From now on, I will only be publishing poems or stories on this blog. The rest of my work, well…I will either move it to another blog someday or remove it in its entirety. It would help to focus on being more creative instead of being all over the place.

Most probably I will start another blog about issues that I care a lot about – sustainable development, human rights, animals and the environment.

I will keep all of you posted regarding this. Hope everyone is doing great. :)

Love and Hugs,

Ladyhawk

 

When you fall

The time was never right for us,

We never were really meant to be…

Even now I wonder who you are?

What exactly do you mean to me?

You are not a friend,

Nor are you a foe…

You don’t have my best interest at heart,

You’ve been an unhappy person from the start…

My love you spurned,

And later for it you yearned…

But those three little words you couldn’t utter…

So now in frustration you seethe and mutter…

I extended my hand once more,

Let’s be friends, you shrugged;’sure’,

But you knew nothing about being a true friend…

And even less about how to make amends…

Every time that you hurt me,

I took you back…

My fault was in turning a blind eye..

To the things you lack…

So who are you to me?

You are nothing at all…

And this time I won’t be here to pick you up…

When you fall.