Trapped
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Loading ...A thought in his hand,
A million on his mind.
He knows peace is a treasure
Hard to find.
Hiding from the brute monotony
Of the yester, the day, and times later.
In company of his only friends,
His pen and paper.
Life’s so plagued by people, he thinks,
Even as he stands on a vast sea-shore
That there is as much freedom there,
As behind his closed door.
Nervous, bashful and newlywed,
She quietly followed her groom, as he led.
Learning quickly to give and share.
Nurturing the home with her gentle care.
But why does the ‘home’ seem full of foes?
Why can’t anyone else feel her woes?
The house echoing with her screams,
Drowning her love and the broken dreams.
She asked for a handful of happiness
And nothing more.
Then why is her blood splattered,
On her closed door?
Falling from a cliff before the wings unfurled.
Shoved unceremoniously into an unkind world.
Exploited by its own kin
When their conscience slept.
The eyes now dry,
As the innocence wept.
Hurt and confused, sanity trembling
On the edge of a knife.
Scared and bemused, briefly dreaming,
But again beaten back to life.
Living in a cage, a tiny soul tortured to the core
Too afraid to reach out and unlock the closed door.
A broken beauty, with a broken heart.
Whose life did end before its start.
Getting up every day, only to sleep.
Someone else every day, cutting her deep.
Waiting for the next one,
Putting her clothes and make.
Happy like a cartoon,
Smiling but fake.
Faster and faster the death-clock sped.
Again and again dying on the bed.
Stuck between walls of shame and hate.
Searching for sunshine, but the hour is late.
No one undressed the smile she wore.
None ever opened her closed door.
The gates of heaven,
Are red with blood and gore.
As around the globe,
Humans ask for more.
Here we stand proudly,
on hell’s shore.
Millions existing soundly
Like these four.
A poet, a bride, a child and a whore,
Suffering silently behind a closed door.
10 Comments
Wow, really good, you have waited and waited and then slated…………boss good poem………I must agree with VishVnandji the poem is clothed in beautiful english and the flow is beautiful that is summed up to a good poem.
This is really a month’s work, a months hard work….shoud pay off.
But there is one thing that I want to add, that the poem has no ‘one’ imaginative thought, its has too many interpretation of the red door…….but when you bath your poem with such good lines and rhymes and flow, boss it has to look good, why not?
So take a bow from me for the flow and the words used……….nevertheless the interpretation is the same what all have interpreted through out the month in their various poems, but you have put in such good words that even mr..kipling wouldnt have been able to……..
So dear, dont fear, you are so much near to that golden Sphere, if not gold, then atleast silver.
cheers to you.
Stars = All 5, there are only 5 stars so cant add more….sorry…..But would have loved to go on adding stars for the beautiful composition….
I just loved it….what else to say…
Wow!!!
Brilliant. Simply loved it…
Very beautifully expressed the woes of a tortured wife…
Connotations to dowry related stories too clothed with beautiful words. The poem just flows like a river with rapids in between…
things fall together beautifully in the end.the treatment takes the poem a few notches higher.a satisfying read..great.
Outstanding & intensely meaning imagery,
captured & clothed in beautiful English.
Hats off ! to a very beautiful poem.
Apoorv…Excellent !
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