Dogma
Today
She a waif an unwanted child
He..her sibling
Staring with glazed and sorrowful eyes
Facing the factitious world
And together they are alone…
Today
He…the Mac
She…the mater
May not be both the ends of same navel string
But now she is the mater and he the Mac
Two restless broken souls
Abandoned by the existence…
On their trance to the halter wating for them
Tomorrow
He may be the first lecher lacerate her lap or lee
When the vail of innocence once lifted
And the taste of tent once felt
Afterwards
Who is going to hear her wail?
Neither you nor me
Never her obdurate destiny.
Then why should she alive?
Kid grow up to her shoulder
Be the matricide
It’s better than be the neuter
Who sells moms flesh for bread.
Aami
My note for you
This snap was taken by a friend of mine,once he send the snap along with a note about his personal experience...the snap taken from kottayam thattu village,kannur.
A village still flowing with have not"s.A place where 3 time meal is a dream,where the girl kids losts thier innocence even before maturity.Boys tastes the forbidden fruit along with arrack in the dawn of teen.What more to say...i felt the agony,pain and frustration in my friends words...yes a heart was wounded by the very sight of this kids.His words along with the picture made me write this..i may be aggrasive in my words but truly i mean it...
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4 comments:
oh...its so painful...i know its simple to see the pic ,read ur poem and comment on it..but its really hard to get into the maater and solve it out...its the sorrow of an immature fruit which has been squashed b4 its maturity...really this world is a game..just everyone is ready to play with whum he thinks himself more powerful...but its painful ...she was a small child yet...hope this blog attracts the eyes of some so cald powerful persons and can help the poor child..i wish none gal shud face it..its better to kill gals than giving a baby when the r itself a baby.......
anuja
..ജീവിതം,അതൊരു തരത്തില് പറഞ്ഞാല് ഒരു സമസ്യ തന്നെയാണ്.ഈ ചിത്രം ഒരു പ്രതീകമാണ്,ഇതു പോലെ ഒരുപാട് കുഞ്ഞുങ്ങള്,ഊരും പേരും അറിയാതെ....ഇവിടെ തന്നെയുണ്ട്...അവര്ക്കും ഉണ്ട് സ്വപ്നങ്ങളും പ്രതീക്ഷകളും....പക്ഷെ അതൊന്നും ഒന്നുമകാതെ,ആരുമറിയാതെ ഇവിടെ മണ് മറയുന്നു...നമുക്കു പ്രാര്തിക്കാം,ഈ കുഞ്ഞുങ്ങള്ക്കു വേണ്ടി
why so much pain in your poem?
why so much pain in your poems?.. they are poignant, yet disturbing!!
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