I ask the world my fault

the place I am born at?

or the family I am born in?

From the lap of defenceless parents

who have just seen hardship phases

head to toe tangled in the slashes

the colour of their eyes dull and faded.

Unaware about the turn of the destiny,

I was given a life with wings to fly and soar the sky,

In the world where a girl is the goddess

worshiped, respected and is dignified.

But they,

wrenched the new-born for self conceit

to raise their level of money by trafficking

For their pleasure and their entertainment,

From one place to the other,

From one master to the other,

Whipped and Cuffed, Caged and Scud

Those schadenfreudes',

derived every pleasure from my body

the most they could.

Beyond my senses my every breath was tortured

and my died soul was left abandoned.

Though shielded by my parents in womb for nine

but as the journey of thousands miles began

they chopped my wings and the existence lost its way.

Now the life is still outside my window

the sky that was blue has turned out black

the warmth by the sunshine has become a rare event,

the raw wounds on my body are now painless

and my soul has forsweared to resuscitate.

The face that once glowed had now lost its charm

that road once travelled has just harmed.

Now I am my master’s property

I am just a property.

The graven Universe

did nothing except paper poster on walls

years after years many lives get halt

I call them my neighbours,

As now this is my home.