Now
Nothing could give her solace.
Physical injuries, scars, marks
Are yet easier to replace.
But the scars of her heart?
Can they ever be faded?
Can she colour back her life
Now only monochrome shaded?
Can she take out
the remorse and resentment
That's in her soul, deeply embedded?
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Victim
PoetryAfter all we get from our dear life, what we do? complain! Yes, no matter how much is on our platter we are never satisfied. And opposite to us are the people who without any fault of their, end up suffering something tremendous. These people are v...
