Does traumatic darkness engulf the light that one embodies?

The unsatiated anger that blinded the sights of glee,

In the erratic ferocity of animosity, he pushed away the light that everyone could see.

A man loses himself in the eye of the storm that in its thunder overpowers the blazing radiance they say,

Alas, the goodness of amour in the desert of overwhelming hatred loses its way.

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Patriarchy in its ancient roots of any action of man to be worthy of applauds,

A woman who yearns to be treated as a human, in the silence of her torn dignity,

Deemed by the society to be put on a pedestal as almost gods.

In silent strides, she should stand behind a man,

Forging to be his foundational pillar, burying deep inside her, all the aspirations and dreams in her spirit she can.

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Fond passions that in her mind she holds true,

Alas her worthiness is only deemed of how curvaceous her form appeals under a man’s sinew.

She nurtures the ardor in eternal innocence, yet cries in the mourning of the distortion of how only a woman in love can be,

Embracing the long-lost tales of gods worshipping their lovers, a saga of how amour used to be,

She affirms the time we exist in, hurting the ones we love, is now deemed an act of reluctant intimacy.

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Brutally rendered bit by bit, in the silent traces of torment she kills the enamour she once held,

The traumatic darkness engulfed the light she embodied and the goodness she beheld.

The kindred flame of generosity shatters with the coldness she was fed,

In the metamorphosis of time, she became the one she feared in every breath.

- Hridya