A Late Cry

How I wished you were next to me that day

When I was told that this was not my home

When I was asked to change my name because I am married now

When I was compelled to go to stay with your parents and greet mine next day

As we were on vacation that Dussehra

All that fuss, in a shush.

I never heard that mute alarm ringing


How I wished you standing by me

When I lost my baby in womb

When I was judged for losing the unborn

Again, I ignored that ringing alarm


How I fancy that alarm wasn’t snoozed

How I wish an alarm would ring loud and notify me whenever I am wronged

How I want to take a stand and say a NO

How I long now not to crumble under any pressure


It’s late now, a decade late, but now I am going to say loud

It’s a No, to all for you

It’s a late cry

And the last cry


This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.




0 thoughts on “A Late Cry”

  1. A beautiful exhibition of heartwarming imagery, i really liked the intensity of the emotions that you created with your words! Thank you for sharing such an emotionally charged post, according to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them ☺️

  2. In the name of tradition and other so called expectations a woman many times does not realise she is wronged. Good that the cry was better late than never.

  3. Ahaaaaa! Each and every word had an affect on me. A strong, empowering, and beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing this with us.


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