I feel fear.
I fear my present.
I fear my identity.
Remember Ma, how you used to say
I am your little flower-
who spreads her fragrance
in the garden of your life.
But now, I am crushed Ma.
the evil winds plucked me
and blew me down blatantly.
They crushed my aroma
and stepped over my beauty.
so now I lay wounded,
striving for..... a life?
And Ma when you found me-
bruised and badly wounded,
the gardener said that this was my fate
but, he hid the truth.
He knew me well
and how I could be turned up this way.
But he made friends with the winds,
making me helpless to share my plight.
I know Ma,
you always wished
a blissful life for me,
seeing me grow with my family.
And I know,
I lose my charm and pride
but Ma, deep inside, I am still the same
and I still love you.
I want to become
the way you want me to,
only if I could recover from this pain
and stand again, despite the ugly spots on my petals.
And if Ma, I perish
don't make me another example
of a crushed flower
which got forgotten with the death of its scent.
Fight for me-
for though I am an ordinary life,
I would die an unnatural death.
And so protect me from the winds or replace your gardener.
/* NOTE :
Here winds: rapists
ABOUT THIS POEM:
This poem is about Amanat- A Delhi university student, who got gang-raped on her way to the university and after a 13 days struggle, died on 28th December in Singapore, where she was treated. */
Very powerful, I think you covey the feelings perfectly. The connection between the girl and her mother makes it all seem more real, which of course it is, and therefore more touching. Beautiful write, RIP to Amanat
Amreen, I had just read this in the news when I came across your poem, this is just so so sad, it truly disgusts me to see what this world is coming to. I have never had a poem touch me as much as this one has, it has brought out so many different feelings. I don't understand how people can do these things to others and how a government can say it was her fate. This write is heartwrenching, as a mom, I would do everything in my power to see that these people are punished. I love how you have chosen to use a flower as this beautiful young lady for a flower is fragile and precious yet strong and rooted, I hope you understand what I'm trying to say. And the reference of the gardener and the wind, as the government and rapists, excellent. And although this write is based on the evils of this world and tears at my heart, it is beautifully written and filled with amazing metaphoric details, and I hope with all my heart that justice is done... may she RIP. (7)
I congratulate the bravery to write such a piece. It is easy to look at this as jumping on the bandwagon of relevancy, take a topic that has touched many and write a poem about it, (guarantees comments and a nomination). However what Amreen has done is different, it is a political statement. It is written from a unique point of view. I don't sense a sympathy vote, just a clever piece of writing.
Stanza 3 is so powerful, the innocence of the past is shot down in an instance. It is like you question the whole point of being brought up as innocent. This is further questioned in 4 with ' a life?'
You are asking a serious of clever questions, With those last two stanzas we see the real power of this poem. You are asking for real change, not to be just another statistic.