The hunter became the hunted-while the dark watched!

The crickets clicked,the trees swayed in a hustle,the owls keen on their nocturnal hunting,pitch dark with the crescent moon buried under the swell and sigh of the clouds.At the far end,the wolf moaned,calling out to all his species.

With light steps her paws imprinted on the wet soft land,her majestic slender body hidden in the darkness of the dark night, sauntering along the sleepy river,her bright green eyes sparkling like the diamonds of the lost world,one look at those fierce eyes,it could scare the life out of the prey she was hunting.The prey,a herd of zebras asleep at the far end,occasionally twitching for the known danger holding their lives in fear.

The tigress spotted a juicy one in the herd,fast asleep unknown to the grave danger just inches away,she stepped so lightly enough to walk in the air,invincible to the rest of the dark forest,only the trees knew her plot.She didn’t take on to her target,instead circling along the weakest animal yet the quickest one,she neared to it’s throat and the survival of instinct spurrred higher up in all the adjacent herd,they swiftly ran..ran for the lives they were supposed to save,that of oneself,running in random yet a single direction,lead by the fastest in the group.

The juicy flesh intoxicating her hunger,the fat yet the slow zebra,ran as fast as it could along with the herd,eager to join them,eager to stay away from those intimidating eyes.It was slowed down by fear and its flesh.it was the right time ,the tigress made a move,it was an easy prey but she wanted to have it with all the honor in the world,she chased it until it gave up….surrendering itself to the ferocious queen.She wasn’t satisfied with the easy hunt,she let go of the animal alluring it in an illusion of another chance to escape.It escaped the jaw of death, running under the woods,in the slippery sand,within the dense bushes,swiftly jumping over the rocks.Now it was time to bring it down,aggressively she pounced and pierced her sharp white canines into it’s throat,the hot blood rippling out,tasting the the reward after the chase,she mused and indulged in her dinner.

At the far end,on the top of a pine tree ,the poacher with his night vision glasses smiled as his prey,she was gorgeous and was worth a few millions.He concentrated on his prey,pointing to the heart of the forest’s queen,keen on taking her back to his group and winning the heart of the head,he shot at the tigress,a moaning death was what she experienced.The hunter was hunted in the darkness of night.

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Traditional sacrifice-her life

Proud of her suave beauty,mirror showed her the charms
For the utopian beauty she was loved
Draped in a gorgeous silk sari,stunning innocent eyes
That fervently looked for her parents amidst the giant relatives
“You are going to live for him from now on”
A rule she never knew,a rule to be followed
At The tender age of six ,pushed into marriage.

Happy she was to have found a playmate for life,
Confined to the innocent thoughts;
Deal was the wedding,sacrifice she was for marriage
At an age so very young,her destiny in their hands.
“He is your world and serve him until your death,your ultimate goal”
A rule she never knew ,a rule to be followed
At the young age of eight,she entered his house.

Flying high was the kite,the lagori,her favorite pastime
Loved she to play with the neighbor kids
A triumph of running out,a punishment for her sin,
Pushed into the kitchen,the little hands holding the dish
“serve and only be with your husband,your world”
A rule she never understood,a rule to be followed,
At an age of 10,she gave up all hopes for her life,caged forever.

The sun was high and the breeze bought with it a catastrophe,
He had perished in a road accident,she was considered dead.
Her beauty was murdered,draped in white and breaking her charms
The tresses left her,the colours left her..snatched away..
“you are such an ill fate,a burden to us”both her families abandoned her
A rule which was spineless,a rule she never wanted to follow
At an age of 12,she was caged,wings broken,with tears that never dried up.

Brunda Rajesh

Note:When it comes to widows,our mind races to the image of a old,frailed skin lady or a lady in her middle age.But widows are of all ages,right from six or seven.The state of Rajasthan in India has the highest number of child marriages and hence the child widows who lead a rough life.This age-old tradition still exists in many parts of remote India.

The poem describes the life of a child bride happy to be married taking it as a play and way of life only later realizing her rights that have been snatched away and over that she becomes a widow and be a sour site for the society,she  is broken,helpless and leads a life of blame and guilt for bringing bad luck to her husband.