The sun bled
red at the horror
and the
footfalls of human night
when he
hacked his only daughter
into
nineteen pieces, a gift
for each
spring she enjoyed on
the courtyard
swing enrapturing
the family
with her glee and picking up
yellow and
pink wildflowers to weave
them in to
her ecstatic pigtails...
-Neha Bansal
-Neha Bansal
Absolutely visceral. For a moment I was a young girl of 19. Being brutalised
ReplyDeleteThanks Hriday.
DeleteShort but very powerful poem...write a few more
ReplyDeletethanks hriday and deepak :)
ReplyDeletedeepak "a few" only??
Very Macabre!
ReplyDeleteThx amu
Deleteit is really a very good poem. but honestly how can people be so brutal ..............how can they kill their own flesh and blood...........
ReplyDeleteWhat kind of sense of honour is that, i wonder.
Deletethere's nothing "honourable" about honour killings. thanks for writing and weaving such beauty in to it.
ReplyDeleteThank u, anonymous. I find the whole mindset so repugnant too.... Thx for ur kind comment.
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