ritwika raha

Rookie - 0 Points (07/07/89 / india)

The Song - Poem by ritwika raha

The wound was raw,
The gore was red
The wind was cold,
From the north it fled
I shivered with cold
In awe, disgraced,
My flesh all fresh
With life all dead
I wept out loud,
And more it bled! ! !

The face all charred
In the flames of shame
My flesh all smeared
A profaned name
A Million bruises,
A hideous game
A muted object
And a soul so lame! ! !

Disgraced and abhorred,
A woman I was born
To tear my heart,
A journey forlorn
To bleed and live,
And feed life along
A hateful beauty
And a lamenting song! ! !

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Comments about The Song by ritwika raha

  • Rookie Asif Andalib (11/27/2012 12:21:00 AM)

    Beautiful flow and rhyme. Outburst of heartfelt emotions. Lovely. Keep it up (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 5 Points Sudeshna Majumdar (11/2/2012 11:38:00 AM)

    Beautifully weaved- the thought, the words, the rhyme, the moments... :) :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 1, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, November 2, 2012


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