The Holy Ritual

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A holy bonfire,burning hot amidst the sacred chants recited by the holy men;
Chants of promises ,Chants of togetherness,Chants of commitment,Chants of happiness,
Dressed in my best attires,with fragrance of sandalwood,rose and turmeric;
Set to embrace a life i was taught about ,ever since i realized i was a girl,
To be measured in gold was what i was never told!
Abandoned shall i be from the kindness that was always showed,was what i was never told!
Jubilance i bore shall be torn,
Yet the bonfire burnt, succumbing my life to lies and cries!

I was the loveliest as my father told,
Adorned with all assets he could have owned,
I sat watching the bonfire and with fear i froze,
Hours after ,my journey shall flow,
Calculations of his hard work,and all my father owes,
They shall judge me head to toe,
Yet the bonfire burnt, succumbing my life to lies and cries!

It was not just a matter of gold,
There was always enough to scold,
My body was cold and everything shall lie untold,
For i am still his loveliest as my father told,
And he is already blindfold,
He could not see the scars and marks my body holds,
Yet the bonfire burnt, succumbing my life to lies and cries!

And then the cruel lust lies unfolded,
There shall be a cradle now and they would not let it roll,
As they knew at the end it shall again be a matter of gold,
There is again a burning fire,violent and furious,burning bold,
But this is not the holy bonfire,its a pyre where i rest with my big round belly cold,
And the holy men recite similar chants of peace,of harmony ,for the mother and unborn daughter’s soul.
And still the fire burnt with grief and loss of the innocent souls,
And i lie again burning on the pyre dressed in gold.

  • UE Vijay Sharma

    This fire is killing ….. the mind and body alike…felt like burning myself in it… mind awakening…

    • Jha Urvashi

      Thanks sir