No, I am not Scheherazade,
nor was meant to be,
and i don't know a thousand stories
that would salvage me.
and i don't know a thousand stories
that would salvage me.
He would certainly behead me tomorrow,
a promise sealed with kiss.
The dawn would soon break
and end the briefest bliss.
The hunter would prey again,
renew his vows in confetti shower,
and i enslaved to an indifferent him,
would pray for his heightened power.
I want her to suffer my fate
No, she must not win him over.
No, this bloody rite must never end
and he must find a newer lover...
- Neha Bansal
- Neha Bansal
Had this poem been a painting all shades of a woman's emotions would've decorated the whole canvas..
ReplyDeleteThe hunter would prey again,
renew his vows in confetti shower,
and i enslaved to an indifferent him,
would pray for his heightened power.
I want her to suffer my fate
No, she must not win him over.
Love these lines!
thx :) ur comments are very encouraging :)
ReplyDeleteIt's a very powerful poem.... Wonderful...describes the suffering of women at hands of men and women both.. no one talks of how women suffered in a polygamous society where women were owned like property..
ReplyDeleteTrue...thanks for appreciation
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