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Priyanka Chugh Poem
We are the children of time
That big round clock
Arms like arrows
Not a minute to be wasted
In this precious cycle
Of ambition
We succeed
While hearts bleed
Yet we go on and on.
Growing up isn't tough
Mature before puberty
Nature versus nurture
A mind like ours is never a child
We are born fighters
Running full speed
Living the modern life 24*7.
Childhood was no fairytale
Education only for the male
Running the household
Responsibility of the female.
Every mark mattered
Couldn't afford to fail
We had dreams to go to Yale
Lopsided economies of scale.
Never heard a nursery rhyme
Anything but calculus was a crime
Professors of arts and humanities
Never earned a dime.
Peter Pan a fantasy
Charlie's chocolates a forbidden ecstacy
Mowgli a triviality
Winnie the Pooh served no practicality.
Industrious (child) laborers like us
Live in a world of reality
Where domestic violence is a commonality
Amidst high infant mortality.
Basic necessities are scarce
All the money gobbled up
By the fatty Babu's of
Our royal municipality.
Nasty neighborhood to live in
Mass murders ain't a confidentiality
Mafia's rewarded for their masculinity
No individuality
Fear of homosexuality.
Dreaming dreams do no harm
Waking up punched in the stomach
Not aided by an alarm
Learning to shoot a gun before ABC
My basti had no dearth of firearm
Attracting pity is our only charm.
Working day and night
50 rupees a month
One meal a day
Is our only right
Reading by the moonlight
Whenever free
If caught dozing off
Whipped brutally by the underdog
A terrible affright
No FIRs for our measly plight
To get out of that clumsy area
Is a dream a come true
But every Chotu
Doesn't have a happy ending.
When you are but a mule
A tiny part of a big racket
Any wrong move
And you are smashed like a bee
Slammed like a fist
Held in a cage
Anything but flying free.
Gaining independence is rare
Thinking of freedom a dare
Every chaiwala ain't no
Slumdog millionaire.
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Limited by the set boundaries she had a flair to fly across those dividing lines.
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Child laborers like us
Live in a world of reality
Where domestic violence is a commonality
Amidst high infant mortality
Mafia's rewarded for their masculinity
No individuality
Fear of homosexuality
Ours is a world of frugality
Full of sick mentality
An abundance of rascality, criminality, carnality, illegality
No traces of equality, liberality, joviality, musicality
Lopsided is our scale of ethicality
Thinking of freedom is an illogicality
Laughed at for its ephemerality
Being fettered in this communality
Balances the economy of duality
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Priyanka Chugh Poem
There is a squirrel in my cell
Listen to this because
I have things to tell.
I named the brat Hope
Like whom one day
I too wish to elope
With no footprints to trace
To feel the wind on my face.
You may wonder
What am I doing here
In this bloody house of hell?
Like most other inmates
And our dear Alice
I slipped down the rabbit hole
And fell, and fell, and fell.
The felony of this felon?
A first-degree murder
Vicious, vile and venomous
Horrid, horrible and hideous
Shot his brains out with a bullet
Cut his dick into pieces
Pierced his heart with a knife.
The son of a deserved it
For thrice that beastly night
With No conscience, No consent,
But yes amidst a ***ing fight
He raped my wife
He raped my beautiful wife!
She died from the brutal assault
My Nirbhaya.
Call it fate or call it the
***ed up legal system
The dead rapist was
Declared innocent.
For he allegedly was lured
Into the heinous act
By my wife's "luscious short skirt"
Apparently her "thighs were showing"
But the murderer
Imprisoned for life.
Not a good life to live
Of that of a con or an ex-con
Where Every day, Every second
One mourns and mourns and mourns.
A Stinky 6 by 8 is all I have now
No breath of fresh air
Days filled with prayers
Nights with nightmares
Walls scribbled with a vow
To fight till my sanity gives up
Or somebody sane on the outside
Reads my story of despair
And if nothing else
Sends me a ***ing wheelchair.
Yes last month
I lost my legs
In a bloody prison warfare
And yes decades ago
I lost all family ties
For nobody wants to be
Involved in a con's affair
Imprisoned for life
But who the *** cares!
Who the cares.
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Dress properly
Behave womanly
Walk nicely
Straight and not crooked
Eat wifely
But never too much
Thin ones are always preferred
Laugh courteously
Don't laugh out loud
How dare you speak so much
A **** or what?!
Speak politely if you have to
Else don't open that mouth of yours
But do smile here and there
Nobody likes a depressed woman
Wear clothes that hide your breasts
It should be sufficiently hidden
Don't wear them tight
The curves are appealing
Don't wear them loose
They hang like fruits
Wear them according to the occasion
No need to be a rebel now
Listen to the elderly
Obey them at all times
Be a homely wife
Gel with everybody
Respect his wishes
Please him as much as you can
How dare you argue?!
The **** within you refuses to die or what?
Come take a dip in the holy river
Wash away your sins
Get purified
Not like that!
Wear decent clothes
Before plunging in front of everybody
Don't wear white
It is transparent and cracks
Wear full clothes
But wear them dark
Don't wear black
It sticks and attracts
Get up before everybody
Sleep after everybody is asleep
Eat after you have taken care of others
Take an early bath
You don't want to stink
Pray before eating
Pray with devotion
Be patient you dervish!
The food isn't going anywhere
Come and join the party
Become beautiful before attending
Always wear that smile on you
Accompany him. Don't leave him hanging.
Even to the bar
But don't you dare drink!
Drunkards are men only
It doesn't suit a women
Of any age
How sad she is widowed...
But why isn't she wearing white?!
A **** or what?
How dare she wear those colorful clothes?
It hasn't even been a year since he breathed his last
Such a caring husband! It's a pity.
And just look at her
Flaunting her happiness like that!
Doesn't his death bother her
No! Cried out the ***
He was an acid between my thighs
It was a pointless death for him
A moment of victory for me
Trust me. I'm a woman. We are born to battle.
And they never hear our soulful cries.
"But still, like air, I'll rise."
Guess she is a rebel after all.
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She took me in and turned me into a lover.
Will she open the doors again for I crave the light?!
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She wished to be held in her lover's arms for the ink of her sword had parched.
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A cloudy summer evening
Love stories just beginning
Feigning infatuations
Heart inflammations
Words stuck in throats
Love letters on paper boats
Reasonable not to fall
Yearning eyes tell-all
Touch beyond doubt a crime
Thoughts of beloved sublime
A clandestine tryst
Too hard to resist
Greeted by roses in a secret garden
Heavy downpours smudging
Mascaras pardoned
Vows to go the distance harden
Nightingale laments in the twilight
Lovers dance to her tune all night
Lilacs whisper
Let there be light!
Dusky dawn brings a new era
Malalas' anointed with tiara
Pilgrims ringing their bells
Daisies bidding their farewells
Amorous letters do always tell
Forever yours mademoiselle
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Found me drowned in the bloody tub
Outside raining cats and dogs
A thunderstorm, black clouds
Me, empty as a shell
Tip-tip water pouring down
Inside the silence was piercing
Slept heavily the night before
Mother beside me, Crying like a baby
Couldn't remember why when I picked up the knife
Dad out as always
Downright drunk in the pub
Fancy night for him
Didn't care much, the indifferent bloke
Loose connections in the family
Said I needed to grow up. Be a man
Shadows moving up the wall
Not a soul to caress
Chik-chik, chik-chik
My brain as hot as a balloon
Filled with air
Empty as a vacuum
Branches creeping out
Calling for me, arms stretching
Waiting patiently
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Wanted to write before bleeding
Catharsis, they say, the philosophical lads
Hands shaky by the lampshade
At last, all that came out was a sigh
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