THE GRAVE OF THE DEAD WASN’T THERE WHERE THE GRAVEYARD WAS,
IT WAS THERE WHERE SHE WAS MARRIED TO A FIFTY-YEAR-OLD CHAOS,
TORTURED AND UNFEATHERED HER THOUGHTS WERE NOW,
THE ROTTEN FOOD WAS SERVED TO HER,
EXPECTING TO HEAR A WOW!
MALNUTRITIONED SHE WAS,
CARRYING A CHILD IN HER WOMB FOR THE PAST EIGHT MONTHS,
PRAYING FOR THE THIRTY DAYS TO PASS SOMEHOW,
PRAYING TO LEAVE THE WORLD NOW.
THE DAYS PASSED AS THE SECOND OF THE MONTHS WAITED TO BE OF
TWENTY NINE DAYS,
WANTING TO DIE, TIRED OF THIS CHASE
DEAD – SHE WAS NOW, SADLY!
BUT ANOTHER HER WAS IN THE WORLD,
A CHILD BEAUTIFUL LIKE HER MOTHER.
ESCAPING FROM THE CHAOS SOMEHOW,
SHE RAN TO THE CITY — “SO. YOURE HIRED NOW.”
EARNING FOR HERSELF AT 14,
LEARNING WAS HER PASSION LIKE ANY OTHER TEEN.
WALKING OUT OF THE CAMPUS,
THERE WAS SOME COVERED UNKNOWN MAN,
STARING AT HER AS IF SHE WAS HIS STAN
A DAY PASSED.
SHE SLEPT THINKING WHO WOULD IT BE,
BECAUSE COVERED ARE FACES TO BE THERE IN THE RACES.
NOT STOPPING HERE, SHE WAS STALKED TILL HER SO-CALLED PLACE
THAT SHE THOUGHT WAS HER HOME
A DAY SHE WAS ALONE, SCARED, COLD, AND AS DELICATE AS A BONE
THE OLD MAN PASSING BY SAW HER STRUGGLING BY “THAT” LOOK,
“SHE SHOULD COVER-UP”, SAID THE LADY WITH HIM; LISTENING TO THIS
SHE SHOOK.
THERE WAS A STREET BEHIND THE SCHOOL, BENCHES TO SIT, ENOUGH
FOR TWO TO FIT.
SITTING THERE SHE THOUGHT TO HERSELF-
“RUN TO MY STRENGTH OR WALK LIKE AN ELF”, JUST TO PROTECT HER
SHE HAD ALL NOW ON BET.
SHE SAW THE EYES THAT STARED AT HER,
THEN THERE WERE A PAIR THAT GLARED AT HER
“SHE IS WAITING FOR SOMETHING TO HAPPEN”
CONTINUING “I KNOW SHE IS IN TROUBLE, STILL SHOULD RUN”
“HELP HER INSTEAD!” DID HIS SOUL NOT SHOUT?
OR THE SO-CALLED MANHOOD WAS CONFINED BY HIS CLOUT.
GIVING A DAMN ABOUT IT, WALKED AWAY THE MAN
CATCHING HER ALONE, THE MASKED TOWARDS HER RAN.
JERKED HER, SHE SCREAMED, COVERED HER MOUTH – TO TOUCH HER
HE WAS SO KEEN.
THERE WERE MANY THAT PASSED BY, BUT NO ONE DARED TO STOP TO
LISTEN TO THE SCARIEST CRY.
SHATTERED AND CRIPPLED HER EXISTENCE WAS NOW,
TORN SKIN, BARE FEET, ENGULFED BY THE BODY HEAT.
SHE DIED THERE, BEHIND, IN THE STREET.
“WALLS HAVE NO EARS, CRIES HAVE NO PATH”, THIS WAS NOW CLEAR
UNCOVERED TO ALL, UNKNOWN TO NONE WAS SHE,
“I SAW HER BUT SHE WAS ALRIGHT” SAID THE ONES WHOM SHE MET ON
THE ROAD, WHEN SHE WAS ALL ALONE
“THE GRAVE OF THE DEAD WAS HERE, WHERE FOR HER SECURITY SHE
CRAVED,
THE GRAVE OF THE DEAD WAS HERE, WITHOUT EVEN A SINGLE ROCK
ENGRAVED
~ Shashmit Mishra
India
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