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.
A powerful work on suffering and the agony of existence. Moving and remarkable.
Thank you very much for lovely comment, Vijay ji! 🙂