HEAR MY VOICE

An unwanted echo from the past

Creating rhythms of pain and misery

And plunging her heart into an invisible pit

Amidst of muzzy cacophony she can hear the knock

Behind the shabby door awaits a jolt

The awaiting past knocking at her lockless door



As she stretches her shivering hand

Her restless heart freezes itself

And her brain flashes the unpleasant

A doll with chubby cheeks and shiny eyes

Knitting the dreams to cath the glowing flies

Chasing the paperboat with her little toes

Touching rainbow with her curious eyes

Colouring the canvas with vibrant hues

Counting the stars being unaware of its extent

Questioning the unusual in a querying voice

Winning many hearts with her jolly smile

But........... 


When those greedy eyes scan her body,

rough palms touches her bare back

She wants to run

She wants to scream

But the starving beast  grabs her hair

Threatens her to hide the scar

Suppressing himself on her bare body

He used to prove his masculinity

Days after days she endured it all

Nobody was there to answer her silent call

And she was all alone even in the crowd

No one can see her bleeding soul in the shroud

Stained clothes,ignored bruises and a shaken soul

Were all she get to hide her pain in whole



Now after a decade..........

She can still hear her sobbing childhood,

Where a blooming innocence was lost

And an worst flashback was made

Where she can only find wounds and afflictions,

Those wounds which weren't attended

Those wounds which can never be healed

And afflictions which are deeply stuffed

A ruined and bleeding childhood

Where secrets are burried deep down

A broken doll screaming in a gloomy shelf

Suffering the pain all by herself


An untidy and crushed childhood

Where suffocating memory eclipses her path

And where she can find no way out

Loud screams from an ill-fated cradle

Where rising infancy was chained

And her joyous soul was drowned

Even a lavish present couldn't heal the wound

                   [ picture courtesy- Google]

ABOUT CHILD ABUSE:

Child abuse is never okay and it can never be irrespective of the  reasons. Child abuse in India is one of the biggest social stigmas attached to the society. It is found that 90%of the abusers are known to the victims. And sometimes the parents even try to suppress the matter  being all aware of the abuser and what their child has been through. According to The Hindu, in a global survey for children abuse,India stands top on the list. During this lockdown period the condition has become worse. While people across country are fighting with pandemic, many children out there are all trapped with their abusers. It has been seen a lot of times that many of us just overlook the matter and let that go. But we need to remember that our brain mostly flashes the unpleasant when you have suffered all alone for a long time. 
 Here is a piece of verse about their sufferings and I hope it can help you to raise the voice. 

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    1. When the reality hits us, we can't just take our eyes away from it. Iam glad that you love the poem💕.

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  2. Keep writing poems based on social issues

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  3. 🥺🥺🥺🥺it's really hard to resist

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    1. 💔This is the reality, we must hear the silent screams to save their childhood.

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  4. I hope your wish become reality and those beautiful souls make themselves free from the cage 😌.

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  5. Really.... appreciable ... my sister.. god bless you.

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  6. God bless you my pami... really heart touching and reflects our issues.... in society ....

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  7. When people lose their morality,they cannot differentiate between good and evil...

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    1. exactly,and we badly need to save those precious souls from their devilness.

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  8. Loved it. 🖤🖤🖤

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