The Abandoned Girl, the Benami and the Forest

The Abandoned Girl, the Benami and the Forest

The lust hungry wolves
Dragged the girl to the old bungalow
Their ancestors bought
in a benami name.

One bit her neck,
And drank her blood.
One chewed her eye,
Then choked her to death.

All she did was scream and cry.
Then she tried names one by one.
Cried out the name of the benami first,
Then the names of other benamis too.

The deaf benami, sleeping like a baby,
Couldn't grasp her helplessness.
Being unbothered and ignorant,
He neglected her cries.

The real owner of the bungalow,
From whom it was stolen,
Lay beneath the mansion,
Silent and helpless.

He wished to decapitate
The wolves and cleanse the bungalow.
But mourned, thinking,
What a long forlorn corpse could do.

Then arrived the rest of the pack, and other animals
They danced around the girl's corpse,
Some mourned her death,
Dogs barked at the wolves.

Animals left for the jungle
One by one, as days passed.
The girl, like the real owner,
Lay beneath the bungalow, forlorn.

The wolves waited and waited,
For their next prey to be born.
Animals waited for the next murder,
To do the cliche.

-Arjun R

Comments

  1. Mariyam hibaDecember 6, 2018 at 6:39 AM

    It's immense pleasure reading these words for all the content in it evokes a sense of honour for the one who penned this.Magnificently beautiful ....It brought me to a sense of belonging writers share....Emotions bleeding through ink..
    Profound courtesy to the writer..

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