Pre-Script..A girl is being raped by her Father and She kills him. She kills him inspite of the fact that he was her father. But did he deserved anything better??
She is now being trailed in the court of law as a Murderer..This poem reflects her angst towards him and her pain.
This is partially inspired from three real life incidents that have occured one in U.S. and two in India recently.
Time is running against the clock
Here I stand in the dock.
Eyes piercing me with questions galore,
I witness a startling furor.
They scour my face for a probable cause.
And marvel at how callous I was.
To have slew the one who brought me to earth,
And bring reproach to my own birth.
But do they know it was not homicide?
Oh! He was a beast in a human’s hide.
If he was behind my geniture in this world,
Why did he acted like a curse’s herald.
I cried, I wailed, I suffered every night,
For me, even to breathe was a fight.
His covetous body, my spirit so pure,
With his lustful venom my adolescence he tore.
With his sins so harrowing, my vehemence he enmeshed.
It was me, yes it was me,
I had all the cogent reason to be.
