Yes I do scream.
I scream aloud.
Whisper has lost the power.
Even not murmur.
That can protest.
Not the meek and mild
As I was once thought to be.
After my birth , more the don'ts
've been tagged, less the do's.
At the very age of nine.
I cry in fear to see the drops
Only seen when my mother hand
Got cut while doing house hold work.
Hush ,says mom ,"now you are grown up enough
You should know how to hide that patches
Of monthly affair."
But I fainted, pained not knowing how
Since the cramps can not be subdued with
Womanly gestures.
Yes I do scream now.
That day when you made love
It too caused pain though giving pleasure.
But I was mute , since your hand was not
Caressing but retires hopelessly
Just a few minutes after everything has been done.
Yes I do scream now.
That day when my blood,mixed with
The opaque caged in the uterus ,grew gradually
Within the swollen womb.and suddenly
Fall on the floor putting numerous questions to be asked by the twitching brows or
Cracked lips or shaggy jwas of an elder one.
Swallowed so many times ,instead of
Opening the lacrimals to show
How lonely i was.
Yes I do scream now.
In dream.
So you can't call me Hysteriac.