Killing A Life ..... Again

The tingling of my bangles

Is the only noise around,

The loneliness of this night

Is darker than my kohl.

The dupatta I feel, me it strangles,

Suffocation and with pain I am bound.

Slowly it creeps in, the anger, the fright,

I wish I could just fall asleep, deep down in some hole.

My body, my scent, them it entangles

I sell myself to them and I make no sound.

I let them abuse me, for I have lost the fight,

For I have learnt to endure this trade and its curse as a whole.

But I will kill it today, now, again, because me it rankles,

The life breathing in me, unknown, unwanted will thus be unseen, unfound.

And I will end another being, another breath, before I give it sight,

Before I hear a cry, dead it will be, as dead as my soul.

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