Monday, August 8, 2011

MOONLIT NIGHTS..















The moonlight creeps through her window,

All her hair is messed, on the floor lays her hair bow.

She wonders, it wouldn’t be the same if her mother was here,

Her mind wouldn’t be filled with so much sadness, so much fear.


She lives with a cruel man who does ever possible wrong he could

He slaps her, whips her and hits her with a stick of wood.

His touch she hates,

But this is her fate


He would swallow the innocence she had in her,

Destiny took away her mother and left memories of her which were blur.

He sucked her happiness and filled her with pain

All she wanted to do was escape…She felt like a dirty person, full of shame.


Her tears hit the floor,

Her fingers trapped in the door.

‘Please no’ she whispered, ‘please go’ she wept

But still like a snake, towards her, he crept.


If her mother was here, she would dry her tears,

And there was no chance she would let her go through so misery much all these years.

She wanted to be set free,

Like any other normal girl she wanted to be.


But in her destiny that was never written,

All that was there was by this evil snake to be bitten.

In front of everyone, he was a gentleman with the best cologne,

But only she knows what hardships he put her through, how he left her all alone.


Now it was too late,

Love could not replace hate.

Happiness was never part of her days,

Cold, awful words to her were all he would say.


With every touch of his a part of her died,

And inconsolably she cried.

No one knew the very fact that this child was raped, and the guilty was roaming free,

Behind sealed gates she wanted him to be.


A tiny little girl she was, sad and all alone,

Locked in the basement all the time, no one else would be at home.

She felt she’d been torn apart

From the bottom of her heart



Wondering what was her fault, tears run down her face,

She wonders how everyone will look at her with disgrace…

She plans to take her revenge from spiteful man who makes living each day harder

But what upsets her most is that man is no one else but her very own father.

2 comments:

  1. I see similarities. :P
    Kidding.
    In any case, the fact that you wrote it in the form of a poem is amazing. It adds to the intensity. :)

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