The veil on her head signifies something,
Dignity- the treasure which society embed within the body of a woman,
And quite absurdly the saviour of this dignity is ought to be stashed by men,
They say the honour of the family resides beneath your clothes,
Once her body is parched,
The dignity of her family is elapsed.
The pain she bears,
And the dark, grimy shadow she fears,
The imprints on her hearts are more deplorable than the marks on her body,
Since then she is a tenant of the grey lights,
The girl who once soared the heights is now like a ripped kite.
The budding 16-year-old girl 1988 is now a senior woman aged 47,
Bed no. 12, the general ward is the reckoner of her pain,
The criss-cross waves on the ICU Meter are the only indicator which justifies that the still body, is still alive.
And there she resides with open eyes,
And with her lies her wretched dignity,
Both moving second by second, day by day and years by years towards death.