Bad Dreams

There was a time

When I used to

Sleep blissfully

But now

I get bad dreams.

Rooted I am

Formless,

Genderless,

Scratched all over,

Foolishly

Pleading for pity

From demons

Fired by absurd reasons

Beyond comprehension of mankind.

Plea to shriek 

As my form take

Amber 

My right, my form

Snatched

I write in pain

as life snugs out 

I forget to breathe.

I wake up gasping,

Heart pounding,

Relieved to be alive.

But unfortunate 

Were those who

Could not

For no fault of theirs.

All are born to die

But not this way,

Every life suffers

But not this way,

God chooses every end

But not this way.

Till when our damsels 

Be vulnerable?

Till when we 

will be helpless?

Till when I 

will have bad dreams?

These bad dreams,

Will subsist

Till the day 

these loathe full ones

 are paid

 in the same coin

For every now and then

The newspapers have

The news

That make me squirm.

Just death

 is no answer

for them.