Moist under my feet, not disappearing even when I roam around
Seconds after seconds the water I feel was in my eyes only, felt on my face too
The house I was running in, carelessly and freely, turning shades of blue
The roof was showering, tremendously as I was finding the leak
The kids laughed and made noises of every type while playing in the water
Footsteps reached. In the voices of water splash, I heard a thud
Looked in that direction, shocked was written all over my face
Watching a man beat a kid who was playing few moments ago, was like a knife in my lungs
Blood mixed in the water as an innocent face stopped crying and moving
His eyes begged for mercy but the hands of cruelty never stopped
My back hurt as if he was leaving scars on me, too
Saw another kid being abused by the same man while his cheek cut down
A scream I was holding in my throat, left my chest like a prisoner from the jail after a decade
A/N
It was really hard to write this poem because of so many emotions attached to it.
Child abuse is not permissible in any culture. Stop hitting kids. Please! It will leave a scare on their soul, forever.
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