Cold and swollen eyes
Staring at one bright light
All she could ever hear are lies
Her lips are covered tight.
Bruises and scars decorated her body
The red, the violet, just like flowers
Chains prevent her from being steady
One man looked at her sight and his hand lowered.
Her face heats up and her ears ringing
As a loud slap touches her cheek
Tears run down her face, stinging
Every moment, she becomes weak.
Angered, the man sees her cry
He becomes a madman, a brute
He wanted me to talk but I wouldn't try
I couldn't try cause ever since I am mute.
आप पढ़ रहे हैं
words we wished to say
कविताAll she had was a piece of paper and a pen with almost no ink. She poured her heart out while tears stream down her face as she made these poems, these words she wished to say. Writing what she's feeling never fails to provide solace to her heart w...
