Bruised and Battered

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Bruised and battered
Her soul shattered
She lies on the road
Raped in the bus she board
Raped in the cab she board
She lies on the road
Seen and ignored
Tongues moving towards her
In search of a story
Feet moving away
Cutting a figure so sorry
She lies on the road
For hours and hours
Who bothers
Who cares
Everybody fares
Look there, escape away fathers
Of their daughters
See that, they turn around,
Brothers of their sisters
For every step moving away
Humanity runs away
From the world.

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About neetuwali

Hi! I am Neetu. Who am I? This question is very difficult to answer. Well! If you insist, let me reveal. I am a human and like every other human I eat, sleep, drink, dance, sing, laugh, smile, cry and so on. Hang on! There is a difference. Unlike most of the human beings, I breathe and when I breathe, I relax. When I am relaxed, I draw. I draw sketches of me in words. I have been orbiting around sun for forty years now. I started this journey on the Valentine day of 1974. I have seen people craving for heaven and I was born in the only heaven on earth (Kashmir). My Grandfather was a spiritual personality and a renowned poet of his time. Though he left me around 35 years ago, I couldn’t let him go. I carry him in my eyes and mind and will do that till the end of my life. I hate words, yet I am full of words. I know words cannot express, yet I express me through words, because they are the only medium I am familiar with. That is why I try to express me as much as possible with as minimum words as possible. When I did Masters in business administration, I never knew, writing will be the only business in my life. More than hobby writing is a necessity for me, because it helps me get the load of thoughts off my head. I don’t remember when it that I wrote my first poem was. But I surely know the time of my last poem. Surely,not before my last breath.

1 thought on “Bruised and Battered”

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    It is ever the true hallmark of a Poet that they confront and challenge the injustices of daily existence and shed a critical light on the failings and shortcomings of society’s responses.

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