I endlessly search my flesh and bone
what undernourishment has it gone?
How come they speak of me being shy?
when my days actually passes high and dry.
Some ask me to hope while some to have desire,
struggling is my heart, it is set on fire.
The hands that nurtured me promptly degrades
and her blessings are left as the only trace.
Might be the rust she was bestowed
here I corrode against all her hopes.
This goes till then I was five
Alike the present full of strife.
She kept screaming ‘Help O’ help!’
I was alerted & going to yelp.
He throttled me in a fit of rage
”Damn it you bastard! You shall also die in a cage”
I moved forth and tried to stop,
but my hands were barred by him, from the top.
“Stop here for my pity sake”
he added – Let her…
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