Living in a house of hay
Feeding on just a single meal
Raising both her daughters
With no means to earn her bread
The husband’s hardly home
Even if he is, it’s for his own self
Any small mistake made by her
Her drunkard man retorts.
There is no forgiveness
Her body is bent
Her eyes are swollen
Her soul is abandoned.
When the first girl arrived,
She was mocked by all.
When the second one came,
She was almost kicked out of the house
But suddenly she was held back
Cause, who will cook?
Who will maintain the home?
Who will educate the girls?
Who will look after the fields?
If men are said to be stronger,
Why do social situations make him weak?
Why does commitment make him afraid?
Why doesn’t he deserve true love?
Why does he claim to be independent when he isn’t?
Some questions will never have answers.
But there will always be a solution.
One fine day,
She learnt how to say “No”
“No” to violence
“No” to drama
“No” to her husband.
She took off with the girls
With the dereliction of her heart
And a will to save her children
To find some work
To find true love.
When I see through her eyes,
I see the gift of womanhood
I see the gift of humanity.
Now let us see the fact sheets:
Even today, domestic violence is prevalent in many societies not only in India but in most parts of the world. In the above piece, I’ve described it from the perspective of a woman who is the victim. I’ve written it in this way cause I’ve seen such families with my own two eyes. It can also be the other way around. Domestic violence against men is also prevalent.
What do you think is the cause of this kind of internal violence in the family? Please comment below.
All I want to say is that we should respect everyone. Respect men. Respect women. Respect the third gender. Everyone has a life. Everyone has a different story to tell. Let them speak. Let them express. Be kind to one another. Spread love❤️
Thank you for your time:)