A flower in the lawn,
Smiling in a quiet yard,
Dipped in love—soft and pure.
A kite in the sky,
Aspiring like a river, breaking rocks,
Making the gardener proud.
But oh, what a destiny!
Uprooted, the gentle one
Was planted in another’s pot,
Hoping for the shower of love.
Instead, surrounded by a fiery storm,
Burned inside out,
Without mercy—
For a handful of coins.
Is this happenstance,
Or someone’s selfish desire?
— Ray Moonee
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Author:
Ray Moonee (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: “Atrocity” is my voice against the cruelty of dowry. Dedicated to every girl who lost her life, and to every woman whose dreams were burned by selfish desires. No daughter deserves this. May this poem be a small voice against the atrocity of dowry and a reminder that change begins with us.
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Comments2
With the aid of the author's not this one becomes clear in its metaphors and is powerful and poignant. Well written and a fave
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Apalling. Societal values and norms imposed on the individual. Well said.
I would have preferred though that the material provided in your comment be the subject matter of your poem.
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