From the pages of my Diary

If the pages of my Diary could speak;

It would tell,

Thousands of stories that you don't want to hear.

It would tell,

How that priest grabbed the young girl's breast,

Whom her mother worshipped as a messenger of God.

And when the Truth came to the forefront;

You said,

No, "a priest cannot assault."

It would tell,

About the beautiful little girl,

Who sacrificed her studies

Just to raise her younger brother,

Cause mummy left them alone.

And without knowing about her pain;

You named her a "Bastard."

It would tell,

How it feels to be bullied,

For the mistakes I never did.

And you shut my mouth;

When I said,

No, a free thinker can't be a leftist.

It would tell,

About the sufferings, my Raju is going through.

It's not easy for a five years old child to haul the burden of life on his little shoulders.

And when he cried infront of me;

You said,

Let him live with his Fate.

You.. you,

The people of this society.

What do you think?

Being Quiet is easy?

No, it's not.