She Saw Her

I saw her walk on thorns

with a kind smile

and sad eyes

I saw her bloodied feet

baby pink polish on the nails

like a dove inside an open cage

refusing to fly away

 

I saw her.

 

I saw her today

with her patient smile

and exhausted face

so dark, red and purple

like gallons of tears and cries

pushed inside to hide.

 

I saw her.

 

Gulping down self respect

retorts of her educated mind

answers that could turn tables

I saw her choosing

to be belittled and abused

treated like no one had treated her

with the same broken smile

and her kind gestures of love

being discarded fiercely

 

I saw her

 

and i wondered

Is it worth it?

 

Little did i know

Little did i see

that she too wondered

 

Is it worth it?

 

© S.Mirza : 4:18 pm on December 17th 2013 

while listening to: Sab Bhula ke- a cover of Call being done foe the Nescafe Basement Show.