Ripped apart I am, again and again
Rag doll I become, for you to play
Robbed of my soul and my innocence
Ravaged I am, by you forever
Ravenous you are O! You Men!
Ripples of pleasure for you get
Raked by you from inside out
Repressed of life and everything I deserved
Rapist you are, still supported
Recluse I become for rest of my life
Ruptured, rummaged, and ransacked
Rumpled paper is what I become
Reduced I am to scavenged flesh
Rebuked forever by one and all
Rivers of emotions, not a tear to drop
Reprimanded I am for being born a girl
Ruthless behavior inflicted upon
Ruined, I repay for deeds of your
Rusted-I am considered so
Rutted road my future becomes
Rejoice, O! You Men! by changing dolls
Ruffians and rouges, you live long! For this
Rotten society will never reform
‘Rest in Peace’ is where I belong.
~*~
Rag doll I become, for you to play
Robbed of my soul and my innocence
Ravaged I am, by you forever
Ravenous you are O! You Men!
Ripples of pleasure for you get
Raked by you from inside out
Repressed of life and everything I deserved
Rapist you are, still supported
Recluse I become for rest of my life
Ruptured, rummaged, and ransacked
Rumpled paper is what I become
Reduced I am to scavenged flesh
Rebuked forever by one and all
Rivers of emotions, not a tear to drop
Reprimanded I am for being born a girl
Ruthless behavior inflicted upon
Ruined, I repay for deeds of your
Rusted-I am considered so
Rutted road my future becomes
Rejoice, O! You Men! by changing dolls
Ruffians and rouges, you live long! For this
Rotten society will never reform
‘Rest in Peace’ is where I belong.
~*~
~My heart goes out to the brutally raped five your old girl. I don't know how to extend by help to her. I cried uncontrollably while penning this poem. It's 3:00 A.M now and I am unable to sleep. I just do not know what else to say. She became my muse tonight but I hate this to the core of my heart. I can only wish for a day when no such poem will be written. No human being deserves this. O! you Men! Please become a Human now else it will be too late...too late.
~Laxmi, You are the inspiration. Thanks for all your love, blessings, and wishes. But I am sorry as I could not gift you a happy poem. I feel terribly disturbed, miserable, and weak.
Signing off with a feeble hope that the girl will recover and would be able to lead a normal life again. But I am not sure how will she will be healed of her emotional and mental pain. I wonder will this society ever change? No matter how hard I try to think otherwise, the only answer I repeatedly get is a 'No'.
I better try to sleep now.
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These words cam straight from your heart .. searing, painful...
ReplyDeleteSuch incidents .Its beyond horrible its beyond insanity ...
Each words drips of brutal pain..One should have a lot of empathy to feel and write something of this magnitude. Brilliant, for the lack of a better word!
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I was so taken by the depth of the poem that I forgot to thank you for calling me your inspiration - this is a classic case of the inspiration outdoing the original - and I am unduly honored - thank you, thank you, thank you my darling!
DeleteHeartbreaking...seems there is no respite from these beasts or brutality. Shame!
ReplyDeleteI felt the pain in your poem - it made me sad too. "O! you Men! Please become a Human" is a sentiment I echo. Sad, but very beautifully penned.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteLast night I was disturbed too and slept well past 2 a.m. thinking about all this! Really a disgusting event and I wonder when will this ever stop. Men seem to have forgotten their humanity completely. Hope the little baby recovers soon, physically and emotionally.
*Virtual Hug* for you.
Reminds me of the song "Ghunghroo ki tarah" by Kishore Kumar... Nice
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So sad :(
ReplyDeleteYet so beautifully versified. Can't love it, because of its theme, but can't not appreciate your writing.
Makes me sick and angry at the times we are living in and the society of ours! Your words express the pain, hurt, helplessness... which we all relate to...
ReplyDeleteI felt terrible, to hear, and your poem speaks loud and clear.. I am feeling very sad today !
ReplyDeleteThe anguish felt by all of us at the shameful incident,has been expressed brilliantly by you.
ReplyDeletepainful writing- but necessary in these times. Well done.
ReplyDeleteGreat tribute to the little heart preeti! Really heartfelt pain reading this poem… each line bears strong emotion and moves. I too wish the little girl recover and live a happy life with no scar left behind. No mercy should be shown for those devils.
ReplyDeleteHope u get sleep at (least) peace.
I cried reading your poem too. why do men behave like beasts? what is wrong with them?
ReplyDeleteShe was meant to listen to fairy tales and play with Teddy bears . Even I am unable to sleep . You have portrayed pain so brilliantly ...:(
ReplyDeleteOn a second note , I really wish we didn't have to write poems like these ...and sickkos like these vanish from the face of earth in one swift death :(
That was done very tactfully...
ReplyDeleteI try to escape those news and they come back at me...
sigh ... what sort of people we live admist... I m too appalled to even say anything..
Thank you for reflecting your feelings here, Pree. ♥
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What a wonderful tribute. This brought tears to my eyes.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written.
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I can't stop thinking about her. I cried in anger and helplessness when I came to know about this brutal incident. I am not sure that even God can save us now.
ReplyDeleteWell done 'White window'
ReplyDeleteGenerally I find poetry very 'put on', even 'affected' but this touches the core.
Glad to have met the person behind this poem.
you have created a piece of art preeti... this poem can be a great eye opener... heartfelt!
ReplyDeleteI cried too..but more in anger. This is such a poignant take on what happened..you have magic in your pen..I wish your pen could cut those rascals in bits!!
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