I prefer to give him a chance,
Not to strike him out.
He was not the one because of whom,
I cry in and about.
Consequences must be faced by the real convict,
Not the one who tries to make me happy
To bring me out,
Of all the times I grieve and turn sappy.
It pains to give in at once ,
So easily without being skeptic.
Again, being dubious may not cure me
Rather worsen my wounds to septic.
He might not be perfect,
Yet he manages to make me smile
To make me realize I’m special, he never
Fails to seize my attention in his own style.
This is the sequel to my previous poem Midnight Moon
THE LAST HOUR
You asked me to wait, so I did
I waited long for you, but not for love –
The feeling has long lost its importance
My mind full of rue and retortion,
Standing here in the dark I can’t see you;
Yet I can smell you, your body soaked
The blood of my lover now stains your hands –
Never did I say, I love you
Your essence about things were different,
Insanity has now broken all loose ends,
Cannot help unbound my mind;
Only crimson red liquid can help me survive,
May be your blood will purify me in the last hour.
The title of the story is befitting and ambiguous because a dark soul can never have its shadow, but from the context of the story some dark past may haunt us and follow us like a shadow.
The book definitely fits in the fiction genre. The summary is as follows:
Zayesha is a young journalist who just doesn’t run after the news or is any sort of media hypocrite. She tries to bring out the truth in the public. She has a lesbian neighbor Liza and her Catholic mom Ms.Chandelier. Her boyfriend Is training for the civil services. Her family is against her choice of profession.
One day on Mrs. Chandelier’s insistance she visited The Shadow Of The Dark Soul. It is a group which consisted of people who have either been raped or their near ones faced something similar. These people didn’t want sympathy or pity instead they wanted to have a normal life where none would speak about their and look upon them as any other normal person. This little visit had stirred her heart, her thoughts were in turmoil. She finally took a drastic step and was fired from her job. But she didn’t stop at that she adopted one of the girls whose mother had been raped .
Our author Sukhmani Gandhi’s point of view is a little different from others according to her if we try to change the outlook of our male dominant society only then can we put an end to brutal crimes against women. Curbing the lifestyle of females will do no good rather we will have to teach our boys respect towards women. I totally agree with her regarding this matter. When a convict is punished the punishment us borne only by him but if we can change a society’s outlook then a mass number od people will affected.
One of my favorite conversation between Zayesha ‘s daughter and son:
I heard Princess telling her little brother “It’s okay honey. I cry too. When I’m hurt… just because yoy are a boy, that doesn’t mean you don’t cry you’ll be fine in some time. “
The conclusion of the book is very convincing where the author says that being humans we only think about the popular matters around us, we don’t go into the depth of things. If we truly want to develop humanity we must be able to change our view about the society. “Girls should not always be called victims instead we should call them Survivors. ”