Her Entangled Soul
There was once a little girl,
Who hid her tears,
Under her lovely grin,
Her life was complicated,
Which made it miserable
None knew what she was,
Neither had they tried to.
They thought she was happy,
But never knew her wounded soul!
She spent her nights
Sitting in a dark room
Crying with fear and pain
Wishing she hadn’t been alone,
Cursing God
For her life which was a hell
She sooth her scarlet skin
With her tiny little fingers,
Suppressing all the pain
And consoles herself that it was her fate
Her soted father returns home
When the dusk draws
Abuses her for no reason
Never fondled her with loving words
Not tried to understand her weeping heart
Her soul was dead a long ago
She would stand there numb
Without uttering a word,
Forgiving her father with a despondent heart
Then would wish “if my mother were alive”
It was that fateful night
The night her heart stopped crying
She yelled, shouted and cried out loud,
But none to hear her wounded soul,
Dismal of concealing her sorrows,
She thought its time to abolish it,
Wiping the tears from her sunken eyes,
She took out a silver blade with a hazardous smile,
And slew herself closing her eyes.
She lay numb in a pool of blood,
When she saw her mother standing near
Watching her take in her last breath.
Sreelakshmi Vasudevan
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