Ogre

the whirlwind

from the past

keeps mind

in its grasp

come here..

come..

beautiful daughter

memory whispers

why are you

sad?

Out.. tumble

the words

they call me

bad

and then

they call

me good

why wont they

decide on

just one

mind has never

understood

i hear

voice lament

to Father

dear kid..

we are all

princess

and ogre

it’s nothing

to worry about

nothing

to bother

dear Father..

please do answer

if that

is true..then

why they

keep names

to create

a difference

..?

why they

use names

to carve out

where one begins

and

another ends

..?

in their process

dear Father..

one is left

to bleed

this surgery

now

is killing me

Still

as death

eyes meet

Father’s

What did

they call

you child

i hear

the quiet whisper

they called me..

they called..

voice stammers

unable to go on

it shudders

it tries

they called me..

a blanket falls

calm n quiet

in the darkness

mind sits

as still

as death

at peace

with itself

calm n quiet