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Ankita Dolai

Abstract Tragedy


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Ankita Dolai

Abstract Tragedy


Wound That Never Heals

Wound That Never Heals

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Oh! Such an innocent face

Woke up with a smile in an angel's place.


Living her own dream and life

Thinking of a new and better day

What she had known?

That her evening will change to such a worst day.


Who was that monster?

Came anywhere from hell

Showing just his face as a guest and turning her life like a damaged bell.


What was her mistake?

Was it just that she was good looking on her own way.

Was it just that she wore a tight black outfit on that day.


His eyes were glued by her charming skin

He was waiting to grab on it at any time.

She has not committed any sin

Then why on earth came this time?


He as her uncle made her sit on his lap

And this innocent went near him with no fear and pain.

After reaching there she has experienced which she never expected

She was used for his satisfaction but his mind as nothing to be regretted.


Now she was dying from inside

She was surrounded by the storm that no other could survive.

She has experienced as if her nerves were being squeezed by someone

The bit of inappropriate touch left her just as a patient of insomnia.


Even in this beautiful and colorful world

She was surrounded by darkness all around.

Oh! She stopped focusing on her beauty and her looks

And started her life again without anyone's support,

Keeping her incident secret throwing it in the Brooks.


Now this was something that she has survived

Keeping it unknown to everyone and inside she has died.


This was the story of a girl from a small place...

Who knows how many would be dying like this every day with their hidden grace?


Ooh! You great personalities let it be out at anytime

This universe has become so old watching this every time.

This is the deep wound that feels

But never heals.


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