A little voice against domestic violence

I asked my friends to read this poem before I put it on my blog. After reading a few lines they stopped. Some stopped when I told them it’s about domestic violence. Some said it’s too sad, some said it’s too negative. But have we ever thought about them who go through this nightmare almost every day.
I was just going through various blogs when I reached this blog http://indianhomemaker.wordpress.com/2009/10/26/is-a-known-devil-really-better/ and read that article, thereby deciding that I would write about it. But more than writing, this sensitive topic need a lot of support from all of us. Join hands with “bell bajao “campaign to show that you care.

It started,
After that “live happily ever after”
Assaulting my soul, robbing my laughter.
I remember your first slap and the day I got hit,
I thought it’s just an anger bout and you didn’t mean it,
But it shattered my dreams of a happily married life.
That was the first time when I died.

Then started what they call domestic violence and abuse,
My bruises and scars say everything which my tongue refused.
I walked to my parents and begged for refuge,
Just think of our reputation and your siblings was their excuse.
They told me by time my suffering will subside,
That was the second time when I died.

I waited and hoped that it will get over,
May be a baby will make him a bit sober.
I realized I was wrong when he hit me again,
But I couldn’t cry this time as my baby will see my pain.
I have to bear this for his sake,
He needs a father my life is already a wreck.
Tears blurred my eyes and I silently cried,
That was the third time when I died.

Here I lay in a big white room,
Waiting for what everybody call doom.
They came and sympathized that I will die,
But it seems so better then my SOS cries.
They don’t know that I have died so many a times,
This physical death will lead me to divine.
Where I would have no obligations no sacrifice,
I can live what they call life.

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