Aravani’s Silent Scream (Gopa Bhattacharjee)

 I never wanted, what I heard.

The ruthless mother who left the baby
inside the dustbin,
Without even once looking back with pity;
Later saved from the clutches of the wild dogs.

I never wanted, what I got.
The deceptive love of a matured man
During my teenage days,
Underneath the table, dishonouring my body.
Later pushing me away in disgust.

I never wanted what I felt.
The toxins who are never allowed
In marriage rituals or religious ceremonies,
Society stamping them as plague,
Yet detoxing themselves in their secret beds.

I never wanted what I do.
Standing in the middle of the streets
Knocking every car window,
Begging for money from those people,
Whose hostile eye as of my progenitor’s.

I want what I am blessed with.
The body of my own, to do as I want.
The mind of my own, to think as I want.
The heart of my own, to love whom I want.
The soul of my own to surrender 
To the universal spirit, The Almighty.

At least I am independent.
At least I am alive with uniqueness.
The society cannot burn me,
into their compartments of clashes
in between religious intolerances,
or sexual differences.

Writer:
Gopa Bhattacharjee

Art Work:
Priyanshi Borad