Hurdles And Struggles

I know a little girl

A little girl, for whom the word "Sex"

Doesn't even exist, being deflowered.

An innocent eyes whose every drop of tear

Counts crying in pain when being molested.

She doesn't remember her age then,

Whether she was eight or nine.

But she can't forget the burning night

That never let her be fine.

Yes, I know she is grown up now,

But in between growing up from a little girl to a pretty lady

She too has got childhood memories

Not of fairy tale

Instead,

She got memories that still carry the fear

Of those evil eyes shaking for her to maculate every night.

With all the sting in her heart

Convincing herself not to cry.

Hoping to forget past by and by

She is still giving her every possible try.