Rape with Consent
(The following lines are based on the life of one girl I know. I have been thinking about her miserable life for the last so many months. I got inspiration to write this poem when I listened to the song 'Rape Me...' by Nirvana.)

On my delivery, my ma suffered a lot of pain,
She was on seventh heaven on my gain.

She raised me up like a touch-me-not,
All my dresses were decorated with frills and picot.

Golden times ended when I entered youth,
With marriage dawned the uneasy truth.

In-laws were too ravenous for dowry,
It would have been uncustomary to ask judicatory.

Initial fulfillment made them more avarice,
My wale and welts are asking for poultice.

My ma is standing at the death door,
I am not allowed to meet her for one last encore.

Everyday is lambaste and chide,
Breath is on, but body is zombified.

Paralyzed with family and social force,
It’s impossible for me to opt for divorce.

To hell with such a system and society,
Where low priority is given to the individuality.

Life is passing by without any excitement,
Every night I serve my body for rape with consent.