Her cry

Her cry

A Chapter by Akshay Rawal

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My  mother conjures the stove fire;
and waves her knife upon the okra.
Sleeping next to her, I behold;
Her fingers bruised, chafed, singed;
In this culinary activity, 
reposed beneath her face, halcyon yet.
I dream 'bout the time she was a bride,
in her new abode(my dad's gaff), 
in embellished red, at the wedding night.
The dawn saw my dad's dad biding adieu,
and- She cried, sobbed, sulked beside his pyre.

The point is- A woman is strong,
yet   she cries, 'cause she has virulent emotions.
Her cacophonous, strident weal 
disturbs even the stone-hearted;
An encoded embassage to the arrogant
that a sensitive heart is stronger 
than mature sinews.
This, they fail to decipher,
and the handful malevolent would first effort
to shut her cry, 
In the process of proving their masculinity;
 'cause that is shaking them
 and turning the good up in them.
But they are imbecile, and end up
doing the condemnable, shutting 
the only thing that could refrain them.
Those sexist persecutors are but insecure.
She feels our pain, hence the cry.
She shows she's sad, hence the cry.
Her cry is not a badge of impotence.
Her cry can make you cry.

© 2015 Akshay Rawal

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Added on September 15, 2015
Last Updated on September 15, 2015


Akshay Rawal
Akshay Rawal

Agra, Uttar Pradesh, India

Hi, friend! This is Akshay Rawal, studying in St. Peter's College, Agra, pursuing Science, and I LOVE WRITING! I'd fall in for introspective thinking and progressive approach. I have a special affini.. more..