You should worry about your girl,
I have a boy and, therefore, safe,
Six months later, she called me,
Bawling like a toddler,
He touched my baby, yes, he did,
Led him to the terrace, exposed himself, told him it was a chocobar,
It didn’t taste good, mommy, I felt yucky and dirty,
He pushed my face into his groin & laughed gleefully,
Why did grandpa do that, mommy,
Isn’t he supposed to care?
Home is a safe haven, mommy, how did he dare?
Our family’s prestige comes before anything else,
Don’t say a word, don’t even protest.
I stared at him, aghast, was this the man I married?
Shouldn’t he be killing his father instead of throttling his child?
Keep your door open, I will be coming late,
His brother entered instead and tried his hand at the game,
The walls peeled as they contained the muffled cries of agony,
I begged,
I prayed,
He was amused and enjoyed thoroughly,
Bhabhi is a sister,
Bhabhi is a mother,
Bhabhi is the pride of the family,
Isn’t she? Or is she?
Bruised, battered, I gathered my self respect
Hobbled towards the bathroom, he slapped my bottom
and laughed like a hyena,
Your bhaiya will kill you today, just you wait,
He was the one who sent me with you as a bait!
His shameless claim made me realise my folly,
I trusted the wrong man and to live with it is my destiny.
Didn’t you enjoy it? You did,
Don’t lie to me.
Dont say a word, don’t even protest.
I stared at him through my tear stricken eyes,
Shouldn’t he be fighting for my honour instead of joining the act?
Cross your legs and sit straight, he hollered loudly,
Who are you trying to attract with this glory?
That night, he entered her room and lifted her frock.
Stop Papa, it hurts!
Mumma! Help me! See what Papa is doing!
Stop! Stop!
No! No!
Aah!
Her mother, sleeping beside her, turned the other way,
She cried to the pillow as her baby got taken away,
Don’t say a word, don’t even protest.
You made a toy for me didn’t you, now let me play with her.
She drew the kitchen knife and stabbed it in his groin,
He shouted and pushed her away,
She charged back like a tigress,
A stab for every wound in her soul,
Sixty-four stabs later, she was bathed in his blood,
It cleansed her son, her daughter & her soul.
Penned by:
Mayura Amarkant
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