Glossy dried blood stains

Glossy dried blood stains

A Poem by Ankita Dwivedi
"

If we don't have empathy, what will make us human?

"
Hands soaked in blood,
bodies of 8 year olds marked with lashes of leather belt.
Tears don't exist, fears but do.
On the lips of us all.
Cover your eyes or you wouldn't be able to live.
Look around, don't see.
The Hungry stomachs are shouting, don't answer their plea.
You see we have a Legacy of silence and a history of violence.
Programmed to tyrrany, designed for destiny. Misogyny in the air, steady your sight.
Don't let your hands tremble, don't dare to fight.
You see the back of a hand is the best teacher and anger in the eyes is the latest feature.
The beating makes sure that the response for stimulus of the skin is numbed and the shouting kills every last voice.
A white belt of void.
Yes a white belt, not Black.
Try the next smack.
A murderer first murders to protect.
Yes, a murder is a protector too.
To protect himself or the sister he loved.
To protect herself or the mother she cherished.
That boy saw her mother get raped and the other one saw her sister's get taped.
These are arrows that hit destructible parts inside, because we can't see their slammering heart hidden in plain sight.
You see I'm not trying to justify violence for once I dare to reason it.
I'll trace the Ugly patterns of blood and paranoia back to the beginning.
So, hold my finger and move along.
U see causing pain makes you hurt a little less,
At least pick up a cloth and try to clean this mess.
People ask me, "why are you so angry all the time?"
All I say is, "why aren't you"
A calloused shell so we don't feel their cramps of Hunger.
Scented flowers and silver cutlery to fill the gap, look we're still asunder.
Ego tussle with bones to brittle,
manicured hands but minds cripple.
Stop. Just stop...
Cheekhe sadko par na sunai de,
Imarato me phir bhi goonjti hai.
Suno, un cheekho ko.
Dard bhale tumhara na ho, tumhare Kisi apne ka hoga.
Dhundho, us Dard ko.
Aansu baha lo do- Char, us Gam Mein Doob Jao.
Kal Suraj niklega, muskurana hai kal fir. Listen to the young screams seeking you in the dark,
break the shells too hard for a start.
WHOA.
Slow down. Find some minutes from your busy weekend, go to the park.
Sit down on the swing, for a minute or two. And weep hard, for you know you saw those traces of glossy dried blood stains on the tyres of the bus you got down the other day. The blood of someone who was foolish enough to not care for a moment.

© 2020 Ankita Dwivedi


Author's Note

Ankita Dwivedi
Please review my work as this is my first. I really need your support.

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When we get worked up over something, intensely emotional, we find ways to decompress.
But there is no decompression for abuse as a child...and yes, those who are abuse may protect others at first, and then might turn to abuse themselves.
When it is all we know, it is all we know.
Powerful message in these words.
Tyranny never has a human side.
j.

Posted 8 Months Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Ankita Dwivedi

8 Months Ago

people have various coping mechanisms as u said .tyranny never has a human side yet so many humans a.. read more



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21st century, and not a lot has changed, you can even rape a kid and put it online.
War gives the other abusers their chance to rape and kill.
Sadly the governments that would have stepped in once upon a time now turn a blind eye.
Ethnic cleansing has now reached global proportions and will probably never stop.

Posted 6 Months Ago


Ankita Dwivedi

6 Months Ago

So true and unfortunate.. We should not turn a blind eye but we do.
This thing speaks emotions and general practises of countries like ours. The best thing about the use of words in such a manner it expresses very emotion you're trying to speak. It drains to the heart. It's awesome

Posted 7 Months Ago


Deeply thought and crafted poetry

Posted 8 Months Ago


I think the only thing I am most amazed by, more than all the technological achievements that connect each and every one of us, is what humanity has not achieved, in looking after all of humanity.
There should be a universal basic income for all, not just those who by a geographic accident were born in a certain place and have a more comfortable life because of it.
Loved the why aren't you line about being angry, we should be.
Think about it for a second, any one of us could have been child labour, war torn and victimised, and if we're lucky, one of the priveleged few... But it shouldn't be down to luck.
And nice venting too 😀

Posted 8 Months Ago


Ankita Dwivedi

8 Months Ago

i do vent things at times , yeah ! And so truly and kindly ,you have said that we could have been th.. read more
A violent start with the violent writing stuff, so dense indeed. I find gigantic Hindi lines in the last-half as a surprising package. A thoughtful write imparting a strong lesson here that once can witness within this piece. Keep writing !!

Posted 8 Months Ago


Ankita Dwivedi

8 Months Ago

Yeah , i write a bit harsh at times ..because i want the thought to stay and make the reader dwell ... read more
Abhishek Asthana

8 Months Ago

Your welcome
welcome to the Cafe' Ankita! I hope you find your journey in writing here a fruitful one.
your write! whew! hard hitting .. the theme is never one to "go away" .. sadly abuse raises abuse too many times ... generations impacted by it until the cycle is broken by strong courageous hearts .. i think you highlighting the "hidden" aspects and the self inflicted blinding in those who are the ones that are supposed to protect ... :( my heart is struck by the pain of it all .. so you have touched me ... so sad ... :((( these lines especially impacted me:
"So, hold my finger and move along.
U see causing pain makes you hurt a little less," ...i think it goes to the center of abusers motivations .. not to over simplify ...but i think it is what makes the "bully" strike out. Well done!
E.

Posted 8 Months Ago


Ankita Dwivedi

8 Months Ago

thank you so much sir, for your warm welcome and kind words ..It's been a week hardly and i am learn.. read more
You sent me a friend request & I said "no" . . . soon after, you send another friend request. Also, sometimes when you review people, you urge them to review you. This is not the way things go at the cafe, in my experience. If you review others, the good ones will review you back. If you beg for reviews, you might not get honest useful reviews. People want to become friends here after you show your writing is what people want to come back to read, again & again. You have posted only 2 poems which I find a little hard to read, so it's not a convincing collection. (Lines like this, from this poem: "The beating makes sure that the response for stimulus of the skin is numbed and the shouting kills every last voice." -- an example of writing that makes my eyes glaze over as I try to figure out what this means). You're a very strong writer & you convey passion & clarity in your messages, but I also find it hard to stay focused as I read becuz your messages are long & rambling. Other people may love your writing for the very same reasons. You need to let people gravitate to you if your writing is what people want to read & review. Your over-eagerness tends to push people like me away from you, not toward you. I'm sorry for being unfriendly, but friendship takes time & back-and-forth effort over weeks & months. I wish you the best in finding the feedback that makes you feel the most motivated to write (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 8 Months Ago


2 of 3 people found this review constructive.

Ankita Dwivedi

8 Months Ago

i know and just to mention in my mind i never 'begged' people for reviews as you have mentioned befo.. read more
barleygirl

8 Months Ago

I'm sorry for stating that in a harsh way. I'm not always the most tactful reviewer & I've been bloc.. read more
Ankita Dwivedi

8 Months Ago

I don't ever miss the good things .And i always welcome honesty so i'm not gonna block you .i , akso.. read more
Hi, Ankita 🌸

I extend a warm welcome to the Café, our new friend. : )
It is so very nice to meet you and read your generous, deeply moving, meaningful Free Style poem, with its well-placed, intermittent rhyme scheme.
Such passionately direct and truthful writing hits the heart and soul with a certain sorrowful understanding … especially, when expressed so vividly, with a personal feel that exudes sincere truths in the writer's own experiences, revealed and spoken so openly.
How therapeutic this must have been for you, Ankita, to so vibrantly shed and release it all to paper.
Your verse in Hindi is a lovely personal touch, too; though, as you can see below, it does not completely translate to English:

"Do not listen to screaming crosses
Imrato still resonates with me.
Listen, to Un Chekho.
Dar bhel tumro na ho, how will you be yours
Tear us, dar.
Take tears, take it four, let us sing in the song.
Kaal sun will come out, there is smile."

So, it's a bit confusing for most of your readers here. Perhaps, if you would offer your own translation in the Author's Note, it would make your Hindi verse understood to all. Consider breaking some of your longer lines into two shorter ones for a smoother metered read, thus, holding your reader's interest … just some friendly suggestions.

I find this to be a truly important and impacting work … well worth anyone's time to read; your final four lines contain wonderful wisdom for us all to heed and follow, and what a great way to introduce yourself. : )
Thank you ever-so warmly and gratefully for sharing this quite amazing poem, Ankita ⁓ Richard 🍃

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ankita Dwivedi

8 Months Ago

Of course.Us girls have got to stick together.


Richard 🍃

8 Months Ago

...Grin!...
Ankita Dwivedi

8 Months Ago

lol..MY BAD
XOXO
FantaFabulous.
Can you please explain how a dried bloodstain can be glossy?
Please help

Posted 8 Months Ago


AJNJ

8 Months Ago

We need more bilingual literature here :)
Ankita Dwivedi

8 Months Ago

True that. We do. I will definitely.. .')
AJNJ

8 Months Ago

Good luck to you with that 😊


although this was your first published work here in the Cafe .. it is the second poem I have read of yours this very early mane here in the UK ... another ragged and real, powerful, hard hitting poem that screams out the kind of universal truths and injustices that many either try to ignore or hope goes away .. Well penned my friend

Neville

Posted 8 Months Ago


Ankita Dwivedi

8 Months Ago

well said, people either pretend they live in a whitewashed candy world and tag the people that choo.. read more
Neville

8 Months Ago


you are more than welcome my friend.. much more :)

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Added on August 25, 2020
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Tags: Non-fiction, teen, Feminist poetry, new age, fantasy

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Ankita Dwivedi

Noida, Utttar pradesh, India



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