The Void

 

The ceiling fan whirled in full speed
She sat in one corner secluded
her eyes sunken dark circles shrieked
pale, staring blankly at nothing

She felt caged, did not feel hungry
it hurt when they forced her to eat
nights serpentine caused endless pain
dragons blew flames vehement
why did they all not let her be
her tears were a desert arid

She had gone through a hell in life
in joint family a nonbeing
ma in law ferocious serpent
lack of sources for three offsprings
managed to educate, sew, feed
much to bear, battered crushed within
daughters wed went to home select
life’s irony son wed cruel pact

She sank in agony mental
one more serpent in her manger
wound deeper core forgot to smile
kindred medicine failed to revive
her life cocoon in death became
She stays in that corner whole day
a void She is, a void She lives
breaths from which mere death can release

©Sunila 06/03/2016.

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About Sunila K

Based in Canary Islands, Spain, Sunila Khemchandani is a teacher, translator and writes poetry for love of English Literature. She has several poems published in English anthology collections (Wings, Change, Indus Valley, Heavenly Hymns, Poetic Symphonies, Synthesis - The Duet Anthology and in two of Brian Wrixon’s anthologies). In 2008, she won the position of the best annual poet in www.poetriesonline.com. Besides writing poems, she translates spiritual articles, books of her spiritual master, proof reading and transciption. Some of her translated works have been published and circulating.

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