Torture

God has created me, To be a mate to my counterpart, To be a helping hand in this uncommunicative world, To be a soothing relief to him after exhaustion, To be a part of distress and sorrow, To tame him of his vindictive furrow, To keep him cheerful forever. But the world is so bizarre that, No one sees the plight of hers, The one who makes the life of Her counterpart so smooth So calm & so vivacious, That every bit becomes precious, But she is always in curses, Sometimes cursed as daughter, Sometimes beaten as wife, Sometimes traded as prostitute, Sometimes tortured as sister, Or sometimes raped in a brutal way. Torture is the truth of my life, Atrocities are my fate, But see my devotion and faith, That I still remain a mate After such savagely stage. Off late I will try not to be at this state, I am a source of new life to this earth, I will regain all my energy To wipe out these heinous crime, Convalesce the torture, Revenge these contumely, Erase this conundrum forever.