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The Pen Wielders

Drama Tragedy


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The Pen Wielders

Drama Tragedy


A Village Girl She Is

A Village Girl She Is

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"Cock-a-doodle-doo" echoed through the village

As the sun played pick-a-boo with the mountains.

She found herself repressing her sobs,

Clinching to her handkerchief tightly.

Like every other day, she will have to get up,

Like every other day, she would have to kill a part of herself,

Like every other day, she would have to bear the knives in her heart.


She never wanted to marry,

She never wanted to leave her home,

She never wanted to burn down her dreams,

She wanted to fly, she wanted to touch heights,

But this rural society cut her wings,

Married her to this stranger,

Snatched her books and notebooks, pens and papers

And tried to snatch her knowledge too,

But failed miserably.

Even as she stirred the runny lentil,

Over the heat of the 'chulha',

She dreamt of her days in school.

She dreamt of the teacher giving her lessons,

She thought about those lucky ones 

Who get to fulfill their dreams.

She wasn't one, she concluded.

.

She tried to make peace,

She tried to forgive her fate but bash!

How could she? Her life was no longer hers,

She was a puppet, meant to be used the way

Some stranger desired.

She was a girl, and that's how she has to live,

Losing her because the norm that is.


She has heard that things are changing,

Girls are now living as well,

Earning and dreaming 

And flying and swimming,

Giving boys a tough time,

But she wasn't so privileged, she knew.

She never met someone who could say,

"Drishtikone badlo".


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