Alone Poem by Avinash Nair

“Alone” she said, “I wait”
And I could actually relate
Her to a bird with broken wings,
Caged to a word with broken hope
Crying out loud in what she sings,
Staged against the backdrop
Of blight disparity.

“Alone” she said, “and I hate”
Ah! The pain when she did state
Her lips quivered
Her eyes wavered,
Perhaps I noticed a stray tear,
Or perhaps, was she afraid
In a slight quantity.

“I blame myself” she said, “for being me”
I saw a woman who wanted to be free
An image of a child trapped
Image of innocence chapped
Living each day with the pain
The fear, loss, and the disdain

A life lost of integrity!
A woman without an identity!