Scars

By Surashmita Neog

The scars had a story

The story of the man's glory.

With all her wounds she had

Neither she could run or fight;

With tears running down her cheeks The man didn't care, it was her plight.

In the dark corner, she lay there;

Each mind saying words , is it fair ? The woman experiencing pain of birth Gets a gift of life thats called fear.

No apology, no guilt and no humanity Is it more that she asked for serenity ?

No act or provision could save her.

She knew her reality is bitter

She kept quiet with a thought of death, Because she hated being "SHE" in each breath.

By Surashmita Neog