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 oozing 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!