The meek tender girl
Goes to deep sleep
The perseverance knot
Hanging from the ceiling
Ain't no suicide
A murder indeed
She kills a part of her
To rest in peace
A five year old
To a seventeen's teen
Fed up of assaults
Of those men beneath
At four a prey
Of filthy man
The little kid
couldn't understand
Oh a series began
At five,ten,thirteen
Before she'd been a teen
They killed her self esteem
Faces changing each time
But never a stranger
All her acquaintance
Slay her together
No exemption even at 16
And she holds all within
Satisfying to their needs
Respect for bloody kin
No more news of her
No mourning please
She's hibernating forever
Just timidity to cease
From here takes birth
A brave super girl
A single sleazy stare
And their eyes she'd blow
From here ends
That silently suffering soul
For it's a warrior
Taking charge of her world
She's a fire lump
Touch her, you're burnt
She's a young gun
Aim her, she knows stunts
Some hatred some pains
Molds into a hero
A power to strive
The present world's scenario
She's now in milky way
Winner of the century
It's about her lil' fight
A page from her biography
YOU ARE READING
Recollecting Myself
PoetryPicking up broken pieces of mine I try to fix them together again But seems I've forgotten the layout between judgement of losses and gains No I ain't crying I'm letting go off the guilt And yes I'm not weak Just strong enough to rebuilt It is an in...
