In the darkness of the night,
It happens quietly.
A 3 year old kid,
Or a 60 year old woman,
Everything is same.
Tears do not come out of our eyes,
The river of blood flows.
Morning or evening,
Just animalism comes out.
What is the fault of clothes?
In every house,
Saying this the mouth's pressed.
"Ssshhh" don't go out or you will get raped.
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Truth (poetry's)
PoetryHeyy.... m not a poet but trying to be one. Hope y'all like it. And these poems r related to some issues happening in this world. People who r suffering I wanna say that u people r the strongest ones on earth for not giving up. My heart goes out to...
