Half a century ago i was betrayed in the name of life,
My father crestfallen,my mother regretful,
To rend the bungle,an agnate asserted,
“I am sure next time you will have a son”,
My family welcomed me as god’s will,
I was bereaved of my human tag on my birth,
And ergo raised with the tag of a girl,
Throughout my cultivation phase,
I was brainwashed to disparage my identity
In the name of an accomplished women,
I succumbed to the beliefs,
For it was all i saw women preach and practice,
All my years of growth were numb and dark,
Education was there ,but enlightenment was never accessible,
I was seventeen then,
My family resolved to shift the albatross,
Hence,i was consequently married to a perfect stranger,
For i was taught to submit faithfully to my god,
I endured the god with all it’s satanic power,
My body was his pleasure garden,
My soul never existed for him,
Yet,i never catechize his selections,
For he was my god,
A god with diabolic beliefs,
Years passed ,now i was a mother of two potent humans,
But my quest for my identity as a human being
was still a distant call,
I was withering day by day under the burden of family life,
My god relentlessly consumed me bit by bit,
The potent conceived in me grew in-compassionate ,
Yet,i did never deprecate my beliefs,
For this was a women’s destiny after all,
On one propitious day my god abandoned me,
For i am no more competent to gratify his needs,
Yet,am destined to live with my demonic god,
And be a bystander of his infidelity,
My procreated are also disciples of my god’s fiendish beliefs,
I don’t command respect ,for now i am a “dry river bed”.
By-Neha Raghuvanshi
Neha Raghuvanshi 