I Am A Monarch Slave Poem by Subhas Chandra Chakra

I am no daughter of

a rich Trump,

Nor a widow of

a powerful Gandhi,


I am more like a Monarch Slave

Physically and psychologically-

abused over and over again.


May be I am poor,

I am down trodden,

I am a piece of nothing

in your eye.


But please…

Please believe me

That although I am a girl,

A poor maiden of course

I have a heart

Rich with emotions,

I have a mind

Full of dreams,

I have a body

That needs soft touches,

I have ears

That crave for kind words,

I have eyes

That need horizons to gaze,

I have lips

That know to speak my mind,

I have a soul

That needs a soul mate.



My quests have

No bounds,

My queries have

No limits at all.

They just don't know

I am poor,

I am rustic,

I am weak,

I am down trodden

I am a piece of nothing

in your eye.



You never bother

Whether your sneers

Make me cry,

Whether your humiliations

Choke me from within,

Whether your barking aloud

at me makes me sad,

Whether what makes you

so ugly in your looks

towards me and my curves

and my sinking beauty-

makes my life so wretched,

so torturous my road,

And that I feel

Totally victimized.