Suicide Poem by MOLOY BHATTACHARYA

After some days
the father discovered
a crumpled letter
kept under a pillow
and began to read
in tearful eyes the contents
that read, 'my parents are God,
they are not guilty for my fate,
I take my own life
I desire to escape from this world
where women are sale-able commodities
and marriage seems only panacea.
I nourished a dream
of a fanciful life,
a good job, a happy family'.

'The thorn of marriage stuck in my throat,
family after family visit my home,
I receive blow of questions, feed them
and with the smiles and gestures
I sense that I am rejected'.