POETRY ON DOMESTIC VIOLENCE

You lay still, Your tears like river
As he came in and out of your slits
Like one would pull a plant
His sweat dripped on you like misery
That night was the end of your purity
But I do not blame you for shutting his destiny

That club that took away a sad life
Still hangs in the blues
But let the horror give way
Let it give  your memory no strife
He can't hurt you again..
He was buried with his ego and strength
Dimola,Dead lions can't roar
Especially one who took without a price,
Your pride ,beauty and will thrice

This was my entry for Tolu Toludo #poetry challenge
                                   

Mere looks at the hooks in my life
Makes me bruise the knee of my cruise
My life is full of strife
I just sit calmly and listen to the blues

Men and women chattering
I feel numb
My life is torn and confused
When from my mothers breast a suckling
I do not feel protected
Where do I go cuddling?
Am I  now too big to fit into my cradle basket!!

I Am grown to the open world
Where my Mother only hopes and prays
She prays "may her dreams never grow null''
"May she surpass turbulent gates"

I Am out in the solitude of the  bushes
The one with beautiful unwanted fruits
Free to pluck as it lay there rotten & languished.
I feel a connection there
Am I now like forest fruits
Beautiful yet unwanted?
I will go home and ask my mother
or perhaps mother nature
Why life and growth are so tormented!