The Dark Queen

She begged she screamed, she cried, 

In the darkness of their room every night,

But no one ever saw her plight.

She was beaten, battered, and crushed,

Under his dark soul, body, and feet in disgust.

He? The one she trusted.

The one she loved, 

Her King in the day and destroyer at night.

Didn’t she deserve to be the Queen for once?

Or was she born for the end of his blunt?

No, she was a woman of her own,

And to her, her worth was known.

She didn’t remain the “Ghar ki Lakshmi”,

But Kali to near the doomsday of her destroyer,

She chose to be the master of death and the time of the monster of her life.

That night, that night was the end of it all.

The world was celebrating the festival of lights,

While she fought back the darkness of her life.

With a black eye, bleeding nose, bruised hand, and damaged self,

She fought back the monster hitting her relentlessly,

Like a rag doll found by a cat near the garbage heap,

Broken, damaged, dirty, and whipped.

That night, she succeeded.

She succeeded to walk away with her head held high,

From the devil and the blinds, who unseen her sufferings,

And refused her salvage.

But not anymore. This time,

She was her own Saviour and her own Knight in the shining armor. 

She preferred to be that way for herself and the light of her life,

Her princess, who had his flesh and blood but not his soul,

She never let that darkness near her daughter's soul.

And today, on the same gala,

She will celebrate her victory and her freedom with the twin lights,

Which denied her happiness that night.