While we sit in our homes enjoying the luxuries of our life there are a lot of children facing the trauma of their parents getting separated. Witnessing the downfall of the two strongest pillars, upturns one’s life, and for him looking back, home was no longer a happy place. The major problems of such breakdowns lay in the patriarchal set up of the society where the women are subjected to marry without their choice and the male exercises their power over her , treating her to be nothing but a mere object. His vanity of being a male goes to such an extent that he cheats her, molests her and then finally throws her away like an used object.
In all these futile pursuits the main sufferer apart from these two people are their children who have to watch their world crumbling down at such a tender age. Highlighting the apprehensions of one such child I endeavour to reach out to people and make them familiar with the obscured realities of our society.
Home Was No Longer a Happy Place
It was a crisp evening of sultry summer june The sun had almost descended, the sky purple blue Birds hoarded their evening worms While i read my book , oblivious Of the approaching storm My mother had returned from her evening walk Panting and weeping, smeared with muck sweat Before i could fathom She was on a call , it was my father Did you see that whore again? I went numb , cold, Something inside , ripped my soul Her face went pallid, while the opposite line buzzed with abuses She hung up with a fuming BANG! burbling between submission and curses As the beaming street lights revived my sensation I saw him at the parking lot Not able to reckon the cause of his queerness But i was afraid of him He was reckless , a raging rabid dog Showering abuses, almost striking that ashen woman Her utopian world had crumbled down Leaving her in a limbo of bottomless darkness She moved , in lethal stillness, As if into the abyss of that barren gloom Halted at the kitchen pole, Thud ! Thud ! Thud ! She thumped her head I nearly fainted While he was there , standing still A loathsome devil , relishing in his hell Plunging into the daunting depths of her life She kindled a match, her stole flaming with fire Before she could coalesce into her murky sphere I splashed her insanity, mollifying her angst Wailing and babbling, she was back to routine While he slipped out like a criminal With no crease of guilt, rather a mulish skull Fathers were the best humans Till that day , divulged to me, hideous realities , of a family, i believed was perfect Tears , reviles , batterings and suicide Made me accustomed to his monstrous eyes Outside Trees hushed , cars honked sky dark , stars sparkled and Every being bounded to home Not a single thing changed But my world , was not same.
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