Like a Gust of Wind !

 

Like a gush of wind or fierce cyclone,

that man entered home as usual and

in true sense it was a cell for her,

resumed his routine of hurly-burly, 

caught her hair from front in his fist,

pulled her with a forceful strength,

 and started bellowing yells of words,

tinted in adverse rubbish rebuke.

A poor new-born baby once chucked out  

 by an unknown mother,  had to grow

in an orphanage, run by nuns in city, 

 had fallen prey to hollow words

coated with sugar of artificial texture

rendered by that moneyed man, 

claiming to be clement highly;

 hence was handcuffed in the wed-lock.

      

Looking at the blue through window, 

 with a totally deadened mind,                 

 having no provision to lodge

 anything further, for,

 it was full of pains and sorrows, 

born out of torments by that wicked,

in the form of thrashing and hitting

 on her pate spitefully.

   

Locking the ears with hands both,  

like a gust of wind-blast, 

flashed she to the open aimlessly,

 with hurts in heart and wounds on carcass

 to save her 'self' from there.

Her flight,  from the venom-vomiting- tongue 

landed in the calm and quiet of an Ashram,

which sheltered her  and consoled solely.