It is an experience
could be of relevance
very much referred by all
the cause of a great fall.
The little girl left alone
wandered in the streets all alone
caught the eyes of hooligans
who took her to a forest dense.
The little one cried hoarse
gagged with a cloth coarse
she whimpered in a subdued tone
all muffled up the poor one.
They dragged her to the interior
raped and bruised her exterior
she lay half dead in the mid forest
they abandoned her in a test.
The horror is so terrible
the girl lay there horrible
none to take care of her
none to weep for her.
Reblogged from meenas17.com
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Poems are gems.. Not anybody can write poetry. It is inherent and at times latent. I write as it comes to my mind and forget once I set them in my blog. That is my strength and weakness.
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Sunday, 18 October 2015
None To Weep For Her
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