• nilspoetry 5w

    She grasps a cigarette between her fingers ;
    Veiled in the curtains of a flower,
    And muddled with illusions a million ,
    Like the shuddering voices craving to escape the locked lips ,
    It's a remission of her anguish
    But what she fears most
    Clatters into life ,
    As she kisses the resurrecting stick :
    The appalling voices rip her apart
    She can't tell how ,
    For no one can tatter the tatters
    Of a paper- thin precarious life .

    The haze of killing smoke as she
    Inhales ,
    The aunties from countries in the distance creep into her sight ,
    And hurl at her all the values a
    Woman ought to exhibit
    They propel the lessons
    Hushed by the manly voices of their sons ,
    Whose fingers are best friends with cigarettes .

    Then , from afar , the uncles sing
    To her the songs mingled with
    Jingles of maledictions :
    "Ladki hoke cigarette pite ho?"
    " Feminism ke nam pe bhul
    Gayi ki ladki hai" "Aisi ladkiyo ka rape nahi hoga to
    Kya hoga!"
    " Ma baap ne pata nahi kya sikhaya hai"
    These uncles ,
    blazing with the ferocity ,
    Were shoved away by their
    Sons when asked not to smoke
    Their quavering voices were muffled by the hoarse manhood
    Of their heirs who would grace their pride .
    .
    As she snuffs ,
    papa says don't smoke ,
    But she tends to savour her
    Sole escape from gloom .

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    Cigarette in the veil of a flower

    The haze of killing smoke as she
    Inhales ,
    The aunties from countries in the distance creep into her sight ,
    And hurl at her all the values a
    Woman ought to exhibit
    They propel the lessons
    Hushed by the manly voice of their sons ,
    Whose fingers are best friends with cigarettes .