Victimised

My hair is pulled back

In a loose bun.

My eyes have swelled

And blood red, 

They have become.

I want to cry

But even my tears have dried

I even scream

But I m never heard.

My pain is extreme

Yet, I smile.

I am hit against the wall

My cheeks are slapped hard!

I remember

My mother kissing those cheeks

But, that is a story of the past.

My hand is twisted

I squeal in pain.

But I get back on my guard

I hold my baby

In another arm.

I am not yet dead

But I don't feel

Alive as well.

I die million deaths

And send silent prayers

To the Heavens above.

Even the God has turned

Deaf, I guess.

I am kicked in my belly

Yet, I try to stand upright.

I stand but 

I have no spine.

I don't fight back

That is why, 

I am victimised.

Poor baby is scared

But the violence goes on!

He holds me tight

To save me from 

The man I married

Alas! the love of my life.