You killed me first!!

When my frail cottony fragile blood-hued body,

Emerged into the outside world,

And I let out my first cry,

That high pitch characteristic of a girl

And ur silhouette approached me

Cast a hateful glance at me

And a distasteful one at the lady half-dead, sleeping

And u turned ur back at both of us

Not even cared to touch my seeking tiny hands,

You killed me..

When I insisted on playing with my brother,

Those childish games of ‘teacher-teacher’,’husband-wife’ or

dressing my lent out battered doll with shreds of cloth..

And u pulled me by my fuzzy plaited hair,

Dragged me across the graveled floor

my cries unheard, my open wounds un-attended,

my innocence uncared for..

The curve of my lips, extinct

And placed me among the dirty platters n a pail

You killed me..

Are we only meant to work??

When he went to the nearby school,

and came back home to get that big hug

That kiss on the cheek, that pat on the back

His stories to which everyone lent an ear

The way you all giggled when he stupidly narrated a silly joke

And shooed me away when I uttered a word

When I kept his uniform ready for the next day,

Washed his tiffin sparkling-clean

Covered all his new books, polished his dust ridden black leather shoes

And when I stealthily open his book and blankly stare at the pictures

All I got is a ‘five-digits’ impression

You killed me..

When I was ‘bartered’ off to that old insane

Who drove out the element of life from every cell of my body

Exercised his manly powers on me

Converted me into an even worse sculptured puppet

And juggled me as if I were a circus ball

Made me forget that I have a voice-box

Perished my soul

Made me curse the only one deity

I had been worshiping for so long

You killed me..

But, I never even once, protested

No, I did once

That was when u rendered me voiceless

You moulded me into whichever shape u desired

I,like sand structures,too loose to stand against

The mighty tides of ur ruthless perpetrations

Broke down every time u smashed against me

I could have been stronger,

Could have started a feud

This could have transcended into a crusade

Of unfathomable magnitude

If only all the suppressed souls like me would have

Melted together and exploded as a volcanic serpent

And charred them to ashes

Only stench and red vapors to bid them good night

But I was too meek,

I broke my heart a little too soon

And that was  when

I killed myself..