Anger,he and she

Anger,he and she

A Poem by poddar kushal
"

a poem against domestic violence

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Anger, he and she

 

She cannot fathom, why you become an easy

prey of anger. Perhaps it is the dark blood that

runs through human veins and arteries over

the times and the changes. She seizes your raised fist

and run. Runs through the lanes, alleys, houses, ages.

When one tide ebbs, there is the next one; ready to

ambush. Childhood subsides. She is still with the rogue,

you. Her secret houses. Her pitiful endeavor

to build a home around four walls one slanting

roof and the resident fear of losing all

someday soon. The anger is his other lady.

 

She knows someday she will be the one to destroy

anger and her love both, in a single angry stroke.  

 

© 2008 poddar kushal


Author's Note

poddar kushal
true event instigated

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I've had to deal with similar experiences with domestic violence, very dark write. Nicely done!

Posted 15 Years Ago


Atavistic. We all have flight fight feelings in us. I wonder if the run component here represents the former. The first clearly seems to represent the other. Maybe the she has to be given an plot of land in some remote corner of the estate and allowed to build her house which can then be watched from a distance...put a trampoline in the garden or some other means for her to exhaust her sanguine energies.
A fine poem about the inner war.

Posted 15 Years Ago


WOw....What can one say? Good luck in the contest. Cheers, lea

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

'The anger is his other lady'
Very well put!
I am sure this man loves his wife, yet she is beaten by him. It is like he cannot help himself, just like his neighbour who is twotiming. So what he is doing is stronger than himself and through time, the wife gave anger a human face, so it feels like she is being cheated on.
'She knows someday she will be the one to destroy
anger and her love both, in a single angry stroke.'
This ending is so Shakespearian, for no greater fury than a woman scourned...
Since this is based on a true event, I wonder what happened after the end.
Written with a lot of power!



Posted 15 Years Ago



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