Apr 3, 2012

13...

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The number was 13 and she knocked twice
‘Come in’ she heard – a very gruff voice
She pushed the door and her heartbeat rose
As cigarette smoke choked her ring pierced nose
The curtains were down, the light was dim
The silhouette was still and that was him
‘Sit down’ he growled and pointed the bed
Quietly she sat and nodded her head
In every filthy finger- a stone studded ring
And heavy gold chains he wore like a king.

He dropped some ice in his glass of rum
And grinned at her- the bag of scum
Her looks had changed- he won’t recognize her
He was the very reason why she was there
A childhood snatched and a path of woe
Darkness thrust -Thirteen years ago.
Her parents and her village –stuck in poverty
Jobs he had promised and a life in the city
She journeyed with the wolf and 12 other sheep
Only to be slaughtered and the meat sold cheap

Her whole weary life flashed ‘fore her eyes
Her ears filled with the entrapped sheep’s cries
Her anger she had saved all these years
For the payback she’s come for all her tears
For every little sheep that he ate and sold
For every 13 year old with a tale untold
The Wolf is now drunk – a willing prey
The sheep had only waited for this very day
When it was over, the wolf lay dead
12 shots in the groin and one in the head

[... a scene in an Indian movie]

27 comments:

  1. it reminds me of little red riding hood...very nice post.

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  2. Superb. A story well told. Get it published somewhere.

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  3. So well written and moving. Very sad tale of what happens to young girls all too often though.

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  4. Very well narrated story, Ashok! Hope many more girls have guts to wipe out these wolves.

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  5. When I started reading this poem, it really felt as if I was watching some suspense drama themed movie. So you were really inspired by a movie. Congratulations because you did a fabulous job. This is nothing less than a gripping script so well set in the form of poetry. The incident you portrayed is a reality but I wonder if justice is ever imparted on the wrong doers.

    I truly enjoyed reading this.

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  6. the wicked wolf is dead - hurray!

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  7. ooh, a fellow rhymer! Very nice!

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  8. Very beautiful story. :)

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  9. That was, in an odd way, beautiful. Poetic justice indeed.

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  10. That’s like a scary dream…

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  11. Not only in films. these kind of things in real life too. But the sheep killing the wolf is like filmy. Beautifully presented.

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  12. Ashok, that was a brilliant piece of writing oozing with vengeance:)

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  13. Excellent narrative! Bravo

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  14. Hello.
    I've seen a few documentaries about these "pimps in disguise" making all these false promises to the families of these young girls. Now that's what you call poetic justice! WoW! profound piece of writing from you Ashok. Very nicely penned. Thanks for sharing & visiting.

    Thoughts Of Beauty In The Stillness Of Dawn...

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  15. i feel i am watching a movie. :)
    great narrative!

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  16. wow lovely imagery!

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  17. Brilliant .I am speechless Ashok .

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  18. Amazing! The flow so uninterrupted!

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  19. good rhyming and feel good story...

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  20. Very nice, you have brought the pain, trauma, suffering, feminine power.. Everything so wonderfully well. Brilliant piece of writing!

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  21. Straight out of a Western Classic. Fantastic !

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  22. You inspire me to write more
    .Amazingly written Ashok.

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  23. inspiration to write more. Amazing post.

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  24. It's very real. Thank you for sharing.

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