By Shattering my dreams,
You benchmarked your manhood on me.
By killing my soul inaudibly,
You smiled gently at me with a starving gaze.
By touching me unwantedly,
You justify your close presence near me.
By mocking me with body-shaming comments,
You justify the unwelcome bed-sharing with me.
By giving me torture, trauma, stomach swelling, pelvic pain, & tears,
You flaunt this within your friends.
By listening about my nightmares, screams & choked breaths in darkness,
You happily celebrated festivals in light.
I cried to call for help,
You justified my silence.
With wet eyes when I ask about God presence,
You show-off about being powered.
By stopping me from wiping my tears,
You digested all the tik-tok of a clock.
By hitting my confidence levels,
You justified your trophies, medals & stars.
By closing all doors of growth,
That way, you unbiasedly raised your bars.
By putting me in a most protected zone,
You cunningly invaded all the barriers.
By dragging me desperately into your world,
You yourself portrayed real Ravana in my eyes.
By calling me an “Illegal Wife” with “Mangala Sutra”,
You advocated all your deeds & karma.
By forcing me to smile in your way,
You permit me to relax a second.
Every moment, when I wish to be deity Kali,
You called this a drama.
By discouraging me,
You intentionally justified your growth.
When I still chase my stubborn dreams,
You trace new ways to kill my self-esteem.
By: पारुल मेहता / Parul Mehta
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