A Living Dead

She escapes in 

The veil of the night,

And through the night, she is made to fear

"What a mad girl she is"?

They say, never saw

What her eyes bear!

You all are hippocrates

You all are cowards.

Who said you are family?

Couldn’t see why, a six years old cries

Through the nights,

These dignified families have 

Don’t have the heart, that can feel 

Her pain.

 

Oh bloke! Stop being phony 

Authenticity of your doshes,

And the gleams of materialism 

Covering your eyes.

Oh selfish creatures! 

She is your family,

Look at her and

Find out, what she feels and 

Couldn’t say,

For he muzzled her and crumpled 

Her soul to accomplish his profligacy 

And sent her to the peaks 

Of agony. He crushed 

Her ethereal identity and 

Sent her to the place from where 

She can never come back.

 

On the day of judgment, you 

all have to pay ,for your

brutality and callousness. 

You have crossed the demarcations 

of inhumanness.

She fought solitary 

and absorbed it alone. 

Her sufferings remain obscured

and today , she is left , as

A living dead.