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By Sri Ramya Smruthi

He always told me I was extraordinary

That i was beautiful beyond limits

That everybody would praise me and worship me

that i would be loved

Then why would he send me down?

Why would he subject me to such torture?

Why would he let them touch me?

How could he?

Did he not love me? Was I not enough? Why would he taint Mother with such evil? Why do I have blood on my hands? I do not bleed, I do not hurt

So then, why do I cry and cry

Until everything freezes? Until the blood on my hands burns into my skin? Until I find myself a puddle of bloody tears and

Shame and frustration?

Sun has discovered me through the cracks

He started fires, burnt down villages

Humans, who tainted me, who tainted mother

Rain flooded Mother

It is the only way she can cry

I am a mess of wounds and frustration

I cannot write, i cannot breathe,

even though i do not need to

So i shall burn

I shall burn from the inside out

I shall let my tears break and form

Whatever they want to form

I shall scream

I shall hide my human form away

For i cannot stand it

I cannot bear it

I cannot live with handprints which aren’t mine

I will burn like Sun

I will solidify like rain

Goodbye, mother

I grieve you

i grieve my future

flowers don’t need banquets

they need funerals

and i shant return to nightfall

i hate who i am now

so, i shall burn

and i shall cry

and i shall pray and pray to the sky

i shall curse him

and i shall crawl to his feet

Pleading, begging,

To save Mother and me

By Sri Ramya Smruthi