Victims Of Violence
Victims Of Violence
Whenever and wherever I raise my eyes
Violence is ready to show its ugly head
How hard I try to avoid it
Its devil eyes never stopped following me
How can I walk back to home?
Violence is scattered all over the roads
Its edges are sharp like a broken glass
See, I’m bleeding red throughout
I swear I fought till my last breath
But failed to release from the tight grasp of its tentacles
It penetrated deep into my body
But it paralysed my mind
A blood red tear trickled down my eyes in silence
But the mob bypassed just like an another casual incident
How can one be so cruel?
How can one ignore the innocence dribbling down my face?
How can one turn a blind eye to my o
ozing wounds?
How can one turn a deaf ear to my piercing screams?
Doesn’t it make you freeze?
I was asked to keep my mouth shut
Hide under the blanket of ignorance
Does silence deserve more respect than my self-esteem?
Does keeping quite is more convenient than speaking my heart out?
Does suffering seem more important than claiming my space? Don’t show your cold-shoulder to me, I need answers
Will turning my back brings down the nuisance?
Will limiting my boundaries solve the issue?
Stop marching with candles in your hands
Please go and teach some morals to your sons too
Because how hard you try to stop me
I’m still going to fly with my broken wings!
I’m still going to fly with my broken wings!