A trail of tears sank down my face,
When he forced the sindoor up my head,
I was just a child,
I was expected to bear another child?
He caught me reading once;
He burnt all my books that day,
I liked to read,
He feared I was well-read.
He touched me, he mistreated me,
I told my mother,
But it was not her problem anymore,
Because I did not belong to that family anymore.
He got a leather belt one night,
I cried “NO” so many times,
But my voice was muted;
But my screams were muted.
I got a gun one night,
He cried “NO” so many times,
But his voice was muted;
But his screams were muted
A 16-year-old who likes to wonder and write