Uncle's Game

It was a beautiful day
I was cheerful and gay
Tired of play
I want to dream in my own way
But on the bed uncle was there
He pulled me up and caressed my hair
He kissed me and murmured in soft voice
If you shout, I will do it thrice
Time and bloody bed sheets were only witness
Bed sheets were burned and time is ceaseless
I want to cry-cry and cry
But my soul is wounded and eyes are dry




Poetry by Aashish Thakur
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Written on 2006-06-16 at 07:04

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Onyeka Nwelue
This is touching. You used the word 'gay' Yes,I know it doesn't apply to sexuality, but to happiness. Can you please enlighten me more about this poem.

Was that a rape?
2006-06-16