Doom Of The Bloom
She was a petite flower
All ready to bloom
Making paper boats and sailing them in water
Not aware of the approaching doom.
While coming back home
Walking on the foot path
She got dragged into a van
By some crazy psychopaths.
Trapped in a room of silence
With a man having a blade
Her voice only echoed within the four walls of the room
When the little girl was screaming, crying and afraid.
The only light in the room
Was the one from the moon
She lay there hungry, cold and unable to defend
Waiting for this dreadful journey to end.
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A Father's Story
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