I knew a family of four-
A decrepit man, his better half,
A lady who slogged all day
Her brittle bones and hunchback a testimony
Of all that she’d been through
All for the sake of the vow of marriage
In their dilapidated house in countryside,
Their kids- a bit too old to be called kids!
Frail and lanky the son was, his sibling
A girl who seemed to have lost her charm, grace
No occasion made their lives better
None wore a smile on their face
Living on a stringent budget
Unable to fulfill their dreams
But masking reality,
Each acted like they were of
Princely origin and not paupers
I only could add, “True actors they were!”
Every day pronounced more trouble!
Mayhem in their lives
Not a day passed without a squabble
The decrepit man who‘d little power in him
Subjected the rest to blows and bruises
None intervened, none spoke against!
Yearning for light in their lives
Each prayed hard day and night
Dreamt off setting their self free
Of all the hardships
Just for a day, not more
No riches, no comfort! Just a day, no more!
Mere puppets in the hands of the man
For he was the sole breadwinner!
Subjugated strongly by him
Wrapped deep by fear
Played safe under him
None intervened, none spoke against!
How long could one be imposing?
It wouldn’t last for long!
I needn’t cite evidence for it!
I can already sense an outbreak
That day shall remain an epic
When they catch a taxi out of the dark side!
