'Childhood Abuse', it's destructive in everyways. Let's take care of our little ones, either it be girl or boy. Let's listen to them. Try to understand every minute nuances of change in them. And let's not leave them in dark.
in their infancy?
I am a Keralite, in all pride
I am a Malayalee, in all prejudice
I am a woman, in all demeanor
I am a mother, in all scare
I am a teacher, in all modesty
But I am nothing, when I live here all helpless.
when I find, my little girls are killed
After the thirst of lust is done with.
I am nothing, when I live here all helpless.
and scariest of each moment,
not just of strangers alone,
but inside home, even nook and
the corner our girls walk, so innocent.
Where should I hide my girls?
where vultures, in thirst of flesh howls
and they eat and later they kill.
Didn't their mothers' quench their thirst,
in their infancy?
Weren't they taught in schools, modesty and morals?
No words flow again, and I am dead
Hands do shiver, in fear
When my little ones' in their younger
ages, never knowing of the vultures around.
Before, I grew into a woman.
I too have been a little girl.
Who knows again the pain and pang of abuse-
Abuse
Child abuse
Sexual abuse
Call it anyway!
The mental trauma, it puts in you
Won't leave you, until memory fades.
Better you get killed!
Girls! My little ones'
you aren't safe on this earth.
The globe, doesn't belong to us
Even when we bear life
Even when we give birth
The place isn't meant for us
And we are abused and killed.
And even now, your mother too
wakes nervous by midnight
when her childhood memories
haunt her still,
though she puts all courage,
In all her demeanor
to face the world in will.
And humans' in vulture's inner coat
They dwell here in abundance!
© Parvathy Ramachandran
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