Misted Heart

W I S H

Dear God,

A Misted Heart,
Is making a wish.
Forever that girl,
Who'll cherish.
I'll tell you a story,
Promise me
You won't fetish.
Once upon a time,
There was a girl called angel.
Everyone loved her smile,
And kept out of danger.
She was the possession,
Of many folks around.
She was the descendant,
A princess with crown.
Her innocence,
Was the pawn.
She won everyone's heart,
With that smart mouth of hers.
She was cute enough,
To make any guy blush.
One day,
I became inconsolable.
When i saw her tears stricken face.
All her clothes were torn
Her body was In daze.
She broke down in my arms,
That was her lament.
Her once smiling face,
Was vociferate.
She told me a story,
Which included 5 bad boys.
Who first greeted her warmly,
With calmness and poise.
Her kind nature,
Allowed those boys In.
That was a mistake,
Or probably a sin.
She kept her fears aside,
And spoke with them.
That's when she noticed,
the guy that came
too near for her liking,
So she backed away a little.
But the fate had other plans,
And smacked a whittle.
All the evils,
Found their prey.
Her screams were useless,
It was not a day.
They took away her innocence,
In that small phase.
And that's how she's home,
Like a small little case.
She completed her talk,
And her breathing stopped.
My heart did somersaults,
Looking at my little sister's corpse.
While she lays there,
And the board on her top say :
The angel she was,
And will always remain forever.
She's the descendant of the heaven,
Will never forget, ever.
Its been 5 years,
Since the day of her burial.
It feels like decades,
Since our house lost its glamour.
She was a diamond,
Sparkling so bright.
A one in a million girl,
Who used to hug tight.
I see girls,
Walking down the streets.
I see my sister in them,
Ready to be sleet.
The wish of mine,
Is very simple though.
Keep the girls safe.
And courage in stow.
Let them fight the battles,
With their unarmed row.
Cause they are not the toys,
You play and throw.