Deepika Singh
Sometimes I truly wish to be a
thing, just a thing,
Rather than a human being.
No emotions ,no heartache, no tears.
This human life is only a misery.
I am not from zoo or other planet,
Yes I belong to this Earth only,
So don’t look at me indifferently.
My nuptial chain taught me what actual traumatisation is.
After marriage my duty was to please the tyrant chief
Embellished platter of my tissues and wealth.
Sleepless nights became my bedtime partner.
I rebelled against the clutch of his barbarities,
Left his kingdom, shunned his fragile male ego.
In the turmoil, nobody came to rescue me.
Divorce was not an easy decision,
It takes a hell lot of courage.
Fighting my own little battle everyday.
And then the nation come with sack full of manufactured sympathy,
Playing the same jingle everyday,
What happened dear? What happened?
Society believes that-
Only women should do the adjustment in a hostile environment.
Post hoc- filter of ear becomes important,
As folks can’t filter their mouth.
After divorce you are like a celebrity,
Burning topic of discussion,
Don’t be sad.
You are building unity by keeping tribes united in headlines.
Bitter fact is, you die socially after the separation.
I do confess I am a broken soul,
My broken self is my strength now.
Divorce life is not a struggle life,
But a journey of a strong woman.
