Swetha Vangaveti Poet Free verse

An Infant's Bitter Cry

What did you see in me uncle?
How could you even hold me tight?
I was born just a few months ago
My tender body still didn't grow.

I slept by the side of my mom
You have shown her the smell of chloroform
You took me away from my lovely home
You made sure that we are all alone

I opened my eyes to the harshness of your touch
I realised that I'm no longer safe and sound
I cried in pain until your palm closed my mouth
I shook with fear and my eyes searched for mom 

You didn't just squeeze my skin but crushed the puny bones beneath it
You didn't just kiss my lips but caused my tender tongue to bleed
Your fingers ran across every corner of my shivering little body
Your pricky moustache irked every bit of my trembling nudity. 

I tried hard to shout but my voice melted in the fearsome silence of the lonely night
My eyes searched for my mom's arms but I couldn't realise that they were beyond reach
My breath choked to survive under your violent paws
My life helplessly moaned beneath your wild claws

Who are you to pluck this mom's little flower?
Who are you to burn down a father's happy hour?
Who gave you the right to vandalize my unborn future?
Who advised you rack my bones to showcase your musculature? 

Goodbye world, I'm leaving.
Your retribution on him should serve others, a learning
Don't just do a few candle rallies and forget me
For, within no time, another tender stem falls out from a green family tree.

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Sandra Adams September 25, 2019 at 5:44 PM one can feel the depths of pain in this piece through your words...i will never understand how an adult, especially a relative could hurt a child, especially in a way like this...they don't realize the pain will forever linger in a memory...hugs to you my friend...well penned...

Kaveesha Ruwindi August 27, 2019 at 9:37 AM This poem seriously triggered my emotions. Well done, you showed the situation in the way it should be shown, which is what the situation actually is. Keep it up!

Richard Lamoureux August 21, 2019 at 9:37 AM This hurt to read. A small voice speaking loudly.

Connie Marcum Wong August 21, 2019 at 7:56 AM This kind of abuse lasts forever and causes the worst pain physically and emotionally. It encompasses the worst kind of sorrow. Incarceration for life or the death penalty is the only way to secure the safety of other innocents. A painful read my friend. xxoo

Jennifer Proxenos August 20, 2019 at 11:29 AM Wow Swetha, It was only last night that we watched a documentary about a father abusing his daughter from 7 to 15 years of ge until she confronted him and said "NO MORE"! Such a gem of a poem kudos for this write Swetha! Hugs Jennifer.

Sunlite Wanter August 16, 2019 at 10:02 AM I felt a sense of terror while reading this. Swetha Vangaveti August 23, 2019 at 5:44 AM You're right. My blood roared while pennig this .. good day Sunlite!!

Vijay Pandit August 16, 2019 at 7:07 AM I am overwhelmed by anger and grief..such a devastating story you wrote, Swetha. Abuse of any human is horrifying, but beyond cruel to do this to a child. Hope he burns in hell. Your voice speaks loudly for the child. A sad sad picture of some among us. Swetha Vangaveti August 23, 2019 at 5:44 AM Yes indeed Vijay :/