ASHES..

You and I my brother, both are same,

Then why are you a trophy, me a shame?

Made of the same flesh and blood,

My life is nipped in the bud,

Away from all love and affection,

Painfully severed of all relations,

They try to drown me in a tub of milk,

Overdose me on opium,

Leave me to mingle in the dust;

And if I survive they kill me with their lust,

Rods and bottles are planted in me and I am battered,

By their demonic brutality, completely shattered,

My entire being crashes,

In the heat of the burning embers I burn to ashes,

You all slyly smile at my demise, your partial ways I despise,

But I am still alive in the fire; to set it all right one day, from the ashes, I promise, I will arise.

©Madhumita