TO A CONQUEROR

1.

If only once you could speak
About
…. The terrors you faced every night
Behind that glistening, lurid
Mirage of marriage

If only once you could
Could unveil the scars
That snakes on your spine
Beneath all the artifice
And we could shrug that
Wretched man
And save the invaded pride.

If only once you
Could tell others
About the dejection
Of bandaging your
Abdominal sores

The ghastly seclusion
You battled
Pretending
And wailing
Alone in public toilets

2.

You thought
I was a child
And was inane
To trace your misery

But you should have
Seen yourself
From my eyes
And I could write you
An epic
Where I could

Cry along with you
For a century’s time

In the pelting rain
Whose water
Like a mystic shaman
Shall cure
Your crimson wounds.

And slay your husband
Who reeks

Who consumes
Brutality

Snatches off your
Attire at night
And hollers
That it is his manly pride?


4.

When you finally
Came out of the marriage
With an emaciated spirit
Sunken eyes
And a demised confidence

You were left
To scrounge bits
Of reasons
To justify the divorce
And gates banged
Repeatedly in the street
With aunts and uncles
Draped in
Satiric fineries.

You entered a party
With a charade of smile
And gossips darted
At it
Straight to collide

But my dear sister
You are a survivor to me
You have braved the thunder storms
In the most violent seas

You drove yourself
Out of the wringing halos
That drenched you
In a harrowing sorrow

And see
Here you stand
With your new life
And a shimmering robe
Of hopes

I wish all you the best
My dear sister

And wait to see
Your life flourishing

Tell your mother
To keep the proposals away

And shun your father
Who jabbers about society

You will live the
Life you
Always wanted

And not what others constructed.

You will not work
In a school
Or a call centre office

You will paint and
Write in a new room
Precisely, like you wanted.

Relax cozily in arms
Of your aspirations
And quilt
It with vigor


You know
Conquerors are very determined

And I have leaned this trait

From
You.