Withered Tree

A leaf of mine gets detached from me,

A withered tree is all I can be.

Slowly and gently on the soil, it fell,

While I watched my life turning to hell.

How green and cheerful I used to be,

A jolly girl for the world to see.

Giggling, playing and running around,

With feelings, so profound.

“A girl mustn’t laugh like that” they say,

“And why is that” I ask right away.

“That is just how you have to be”,

With that, a leaf of mine gets detached from me.

The sun was setting, I stepped outside,

They grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside.

They yelled “You can’t go out at this hour”,

And with that, I lost a flower.

Walking back from college, knowing being stalked,

I was kidnapped, blind folded and tightly locked.

They raped me, over and over those pigs,

And with that, I lost all my twigs.

I was married to a guy, rich and respected,

He was one of those pigs who had me abducted.

How can I forget those threats, kicks and those punches?

My very own husband took down all of my branches.

A small plant starts growing beside me,

Not knowing what she has yet to see.

I am withered but not completely dead,

So I shake off the remaining leaves and lie on my bed.

May she consume all my leaves and grow strong,

May she become the person I couldn’t be all along.

For her future O-lord, I pray to thee,

And the last leaf of mine gets detached from me...