Choices prose poem

Uploaded by Uzma Fathima

She just stopped one day,
halted and held back,
from going to school,
My little girl.
She sat back
And ruminated.
halted and held back
By a force invisible,
Her reasons: immiscible .
Whispers and worries,
ricocheted back and forth.
coaxes wouldn’t move her,
call backs couldn’t cool her.
She turned and did not look back
My little girl.
What went wrong?
inquisitions and inquests chased after.
tempers ran afoul,
beasts, finally unleashed.
Turned cold and hard,
My little girl.
She gave way to none.
squandered hopes and oaths and prayers –
they went haywire,
just when,
the little girl,
roused from sleep
And did not weep.
She went back
And so did everything else.
Normality was relished upon –
For in terms she had come
That this is the reality she had to lead for the sake of some.
And maybe,
Deep within her festered a thought,
Like an unavoidable sore,
that her time to be free
had been lost.
She learnt fast,
My little girl,
that in this life of ours,
not many choices can be sought.

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