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The Ball

This poem was published in an e-magazine Word Splash in its issue of July 2012 http://www.wordsplash.in/the-ball/
It was also a Guest Post at http://www.glad2bawoman.com/category/spouse/ball 



Enchanted with the music
charmed with the song
I was in your arms
in last week's Ball.
The warmth of your voice
and the soft breeze
touched my neck
and left me pleased.
Aware I was not
of the crowd near me
Lost, I was
in the dreams of thee.
Vulnerable,
I danced with you.
Protected,
by my faith in you.
With your first touch
I gave my heart to you.
With the first move
I bared my soul to you.
The world seemed a myth
and you seemed real.
I lifted my eyes to see
my worries disappear.
Forgetting everything
I was dancing in charm.
Losing myself
to your heart melting warmth.
With ecstasy and love
I danced and danced
until you showed me the ring
on my left hand.
Alas, I woke up
when the reality did unfold
It dawned on me
someone's mistress you did hold.
I looked around
and saw my man in anger
whose better half was
in the arms of a stranger.
Resentful I ran
leaving the Ball.
and he dragged me
across the hall.
I had the fear,
I will be beaten in anger,
with a tear
I caught a glimpse of you, the stranger.
I hoped you could see
that for freedom I crave
I hoped you would set me free
for my husband made me a slave.
That night you did not see
the scars on my face
Nor did you feel
that every night I am caned.
Years ago, my freedom
he made me lose.
And that night, "legs or hands?"
he made me choose.
I hoped that day
you could hear me cry
as I kneel today
and hope to die.

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  1. SaifiJune 16, 2012 at 11:38 PM

    Nice line..... It was refreshing to read something like this...

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  2. Sanhita BaruahJune 24, 2012 at 6:11 PM

    thanks for your comment.. keep reading!

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  3. Ravindra K KapoorJune 25, 2013 at 9:11 AM

    While reading your Poetry lines I was lost in the descriptions
    and pains you have sketched in this sad but lovely verse Sanhita.
    I thought for a moment that something real was happening with
    the woman in focus. I invite you to become a member of
    Poetry Soup, where your talents would really be in the limelight
    of the world best Poets and critics. Initially it is free to join. You have
    promising talents please keeps your poetry flowing.
    Love and best wishes
    Ravindra K Kapoor-
    Premium Member Poetry Soup

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  4. Ravindra K KapoorJune 25, 2013 at 9:20 AM

    While reading your Poetry lines I was lost in the descriptions
    and pains you have sketched in this sad but lovely verse Sanhita.
    I thought for a moment that something real was happening with
    the woman in focus. I invite you to become a member of
    Poetry Soup, where your talents would really be in the limelight
    of the world best Poets and critics. Initially it is free to join. You have
    promising talents please keeps your poetry flowing.
    Love and best wishes
    Ravindra K Kapoor-
    Premium Member Poetry Soup

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    1. Sanhita BaruahJune 26, 2013 at 10:51 AM

      Thanks a lot for the invitation.. :)
      and more than that thanks for reading .. keep visiting this blog :-)

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