A LOUD CRY OF AN INNOCENT GIRL WHICH WENT UNHEARD:
Once upon a time there lived a girl in a strange land ,
with people full of hatred around she tried to hide her pain
No one tried to see her plight
for she was the unlucky child.
One day came an angel who tried to help
But slowly realised that there was no end
She supported her to a large extent
Tried all the possible solutions that could come.
The girl kept questioning her lord and fate
but got no answers regarding her pain
She was beaten up again and flung all over the room
so she got up and questioned once again
she tried to figure out her mistakes again
but finally realised that she is not wrong again
Once again her small dreams were shattered
once again her cry went unheard..
She always questioned her destiny for her scrutiny
but never got the true humility
She never got what she deserved in life
And if she got it , it was snatched in a while
So with the pain in heart again
she walks along the treading lane
with thorns as gifts she hides her tears
with fake smile she hides her fears.
The poetess here is waiting for the day
when the cry of this girl will be no more in vain.........
Once upon a time there lived a girl in a strange land ,
with people full of hatred around she tried to hide her pain
No one tried to see her plight
for she was the unlucky child.
One day came an angel who tried to help
But slowly realised that there was no end
She supported her to a large extent
Tried all the possible solutions that could come.
The girl kept questioning her lord and fate
but got no answers regarding her pain
She was beaten up again and flung all over the room
so she got up and questioned once again
she tried to figure out her mistakes again
but finally realised that she is not wrong again
Once again her small dreams were shattered
once again her cry went unheard..
She always questioned her destiny for her scrutiny
but never got the true humility
She never got what she deserved in life
And if she got it , it was snatched in a while
So with the pain in heart again
she walks along the treading lane
with thorns as gifts she hides her tears
with fake smile she hides her fears.
The poetess here is waiting for the day
when the cry of this girl will be no more in vain.........
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