This girl have been cooking food for her family, she used to have a promise for eternity, that she would be with only one person, her parents would have chosen that man in person, but one fine day her innocence was stolen, she was by mad people driven, away from home and friends, people were commenting on clothes, her jewels and her tops, her shoes and her body parts, she was judged , she was tortured , she was killed, why? she lost her purity, she cannot be a normal person for eternity.
what is her fault? just ”being a girl”. Took her to the worst, left nothing to curse. No sense nor an idea, why and what is going on her. Calling out mom, wished hearts would really connected. considered her an
All braced to face the day, The diurnal engine ignited, Gently revving up, Barging into the quietude Of the colony, With a daily prayer escaping His mumbling lips, As he steered mildly Into the road, To see a car pulled
An innocent small girl is crying on the roadside her face seems very candid and expressions look naïve, but nobody knows the cause of her sadness and and no one can ever feel the hidden wounds inside her heart Why
She was four and I was six. We held hands and ate pixie stix. The big head little girl whom followed me around the corner. Soon we became friends. We held hands with skin like bricks. I cleansed her hands