You Didn’t Slap Me – is a heart-wrenching yet beautiful poem that captures the broken dreams of a newly wedded bride, who became a victim of domestic abuse
She captures the dilemma that every woman, facing domestic abuse, goes through before taking any action.
This poem depicts the courage of a woman whose face is bruised and wounded, but her soul is definitely unconquerable!
You Didn’t Slap Me
– By Neetu Kushwaha Raghav
-1-
Saturday night it is.
Near my window
I sit here
like a dry leaf!
-2-
Slowly,
leaving the last left
traces of life
in my veins!
-3-
A few hours back
we were dancing,
like the
best couple!
-4-
It was a friend’s
birthday party
But, now I sit here,
thinking – were we ever?
-5-
Did my love for you,
give you the right
to hit me?
To push me?
-6-
Did I choose you
as my world,
so that you can make my life
a living hell?
-7-
My tears have
questions to ask.
My eyes have
queries to make!
-8-
Whom did you
actually
slap?
Tell me!
-9-
The night is
cold.
And, the room is
DARK!
-10-
There’s fear of
loneliness,
crawling on the wall
staring at me.
-11-
I look at you,
thinking maybe
you’d come for the
rescue!
-12-
But, Oh you had
already slapped
My dying
expectations!
-13-
This night haunts me.
I bring my legs
close to my chest.
I feel
something is dragging me.
-14-
Then I see you there
lost in sleep.
Please, spread your arm
over the empty space
next to you!
-15-
You did
You turned
Your eyes closed
But, you felt nothing!
-16-
You slapped
again!
My strength
to hold on to us
anymore.
-17-
Once fell in love
with my voice,
Today you choked
my throat!
-18-
I feel a lump
of grief
engulfing
my scream.
-19-
You pushed me
against the wall.
The wall
that witnessed our
first KISS!
-20-
That same wall
now
is asking me
‘Did he slap you?’
-21-
I said
“No, No”
“He loves me”
“A lot!”
-22-
The curtains laughed
after hearing my lie.
They mock and said
“He slapped you!”
-23-
I see my face
in the window.
Red, bruised
telling the real story!
-24-
It hurts
badly
But, something
inside me asks
“What hurts more?”
-25-
“This bruised face…
Or
Your
Bruised soul?”
-26-
With my falling
tears
all my dreams
leave my eyes.
-27-
My hopes
shattered
fall one by one
on the floor.
-28-
This whole room
screams.
Echoes in my ears
“He slapped you!”
-29-
But, silently
I shout.
I scream
Try to be louder than
everyone else!
-30-
“You didn’t slap ME!”
You slapped
My Hopes
Dreams
Expectations
Imaginations
Desires
Soul
Strength
Existence!
-31-
You slapped all
Yes!
You did!
Tonight!
-32-
And, I leave
my broken pieces
here next to you.
For you to think
“Whom did you actually
SLAP?”
-33-
You’re still asleep
there on our bed.
I look at you
maybe, for the last time.
-34-
As I step out
I turn to you!
You, completely unaware
still look so innocent!
-35-
Maybe I still love you
I still want you!
But, tonight
I have had enough!
-36-
I close the door.
Collect
all my broken pieces!
And, I shrug off
All of this!!
-37-
I still wish
you haven’t had
raised your hand!
And, never had
slapped
Me
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