I lack words
To explain what I see
Cause I am disinclined
To watch a girl kneel
Her strength praiseworthy
And heart made of steel
I lack a good eye sight
To watch what I see
Cause I am unwilling
To watch her drop a tear
And her terrified eyes
Broadened with fear
I lack a good ear
To listen what I hear
Cause I am antagonistic
To hear the voice of her shrill cry
I can feel her agony for the evil
And her desire to decry
I lack strength
To speak my mind and my thoughts
Cause I am reluctant
To watch her die
Her fight till the last breath
Ends with a sigh !!
But,
The evil still walks with his head raised
And ,
The victim is still
Chased
The only idea of the devil's thought
is the red blood with dark clots
We criticise but live with it
It's nothing but just a pun
While the women strengthen themselves for their SURVIVAL RUN
I wanted to be perfectly fine
But that couldn't be
As we live in a society which is only habitual to STAND AND SEE
I wanted to see
And have a good eye sight
But that couldn't be
As we watched her fight with all her might
But all we did was to STAND and watch her DIE ,,
Till her last cry
Till her eyes went dry
Till her face became pale
And till her body went numb
But all we did ?,, was we STOOD DUMB .....
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PoetryWilliam Wordsworth ,a prominent poet once defined poetry as 'a spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings ' . I disagree. When I heard it first I felt it's right ,but when I experienced it I realised that it's wrong. Cause when it happened I was s...
