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A protest poem by Maya. She addresses the gender issue in a patriarchal system.


I was not a                                                                                 
I was a good
until when I came to understand
I was treated inferior to my brother by my granny
who would snatch the toy from my hand
to appease my brother’s self- esteem…

I was not a rebel
until when I grew up enough to note
my dad return home
press an insistent finger on the door- bell at one or two at night
and stand barely upright on his own..

his feet went rickety
were drowned in mud with blood oozing too…                                    

my blood ran in agitated twirls
when he forcefully hugged right in front of me…
unmindful of the foul smell he discharged

when she was thrashed on showing repulsion,
was called by dirty names.

I screamed like a rebel though my heart throbbed like a drum…

his bloodshot eyes and dirty breaths touched me like venomous serpents…

I became a rebel then.

©Maya Khandelwal, 12.5.2016

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Maya Khandelwal

Maya Khandelwal

Maya, happily married to writing, is a published author of three - My favourite Mistake Ever, Just Zindagi and A Beautiful Mistake. She’s alsoco-authored I Am a Woman, a tribute to Kamala Das. She’s been a regular contributor at blogsand e- magazines like Womanatics, Bonbology, Learning and Creativity etc. A passionate lover of nature, she can commune with it for hours. Nature, in its various guises, enthrals her.
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