Wednesday, October 1, 2014

I too could have been a butterfly

For http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/breaking-out-of-box.html challenge Day 1

As I lay in the dustbin
filled with blood and the umbilical cord
that joined us mother,
I thought what was my fault?
I could have grown into a butterfly one day
that too a beautiful one;
they said I was a girl child
so they uprooted me
saying you didn't want me
neither did Paa.

Don't know how much of it is true

I can hear the dogs bark nearby now
some pulling on to the cord
some snatching on to my arm
as
I feel a strange pain,
Am I still alive mother
or
am I dead.

The Octpowrimo starts again. A whole new month dedicated to poetry. A part of of me still the same..a part of me different.

8 comments:

Vinay Leo R. said...

Even if she stays alive, she'd not feel so. Sad poem, but then again, when the decision the parents have taken is so sad, the poem was bound to be. Well written!

sunita said...

Very poignant write Philo.

Tamara Woods said...

This was a very stark take on the prompt. Such a sad tale. Thank you for linking up.

payal agarwal said...

It's a sad state of society. Looking forward to read more from you throughout the month Philo.

payal agarwal said...

It's a sad state of society. Looking forward to read from you throughout the month Philo.

TO TOUCH THE HORIZON said...

Sometimes people become ruthless . Thank you for your comments.

TO TOUCH THE HORIZON said...

Sunitaji:-)

Julie Jordan Scott said...

oh mi gawsh. My heart feels like it was torn from my chest. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.

(In clearer terms, great poetry.(