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Are you petrified by the monster underneath your bed?
Mama sang a lullaby and cajoled you to a sound slumber,
Wrapped in a blanket that is your bullet-proof armor,
Temporarily, you forget till dusk knocks on the door again,
The monster sabotaged your dreams that bled into nightmares,
You tossed and turned until your senses awakened (actuality),
Mom, your savior, rushes to your side to hush you to sleep,
A wheel of terror, realize, that is your truth but is truly a fantasy,
Wish mother earth, our home, would act more nurturing
Which mother would you blame for fostering a cruel mentality?
Whom shall you condemn for hiding the bitterness of society?
Honestly, there are more evil stepmothers than kind princesses
Is your monster under your bed? My monster is everywhere!
Anyone on the street dressed up as a charming price,
He’ll drug you to snooze, you’ll never sleep, what can blankets shield?
Kick, shriek, claw but dusk may never bother you again,
A monster below your mattress will become a dream,
You’ll be hoping for a monster to not sleep by your side,
Do you play with dolls? Barbie dances as men play with her,
You can’t arouse from this nightmare that will bleed into reality!
About The Author:
Anandi Gunda is from India. She is a high schooler currently doing A levels. She is a 17-year-old who has recently begun to use poetry as a means of expressing her feelings on a current or personal subject. Corporeal Literature journal will shortly publish her work, and her work has been published in Sunnies Magazine. Aside from poetry, she also plays the piano, badminton, and practices yoga. She is interested in researching ancient India as well.
Cover page by Francine Gado
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