A Traumatic Reality

By RITIKA DEBORAH GEORGE

 Few days old in an incomplete form

Her dreams in the blood whirled

Before she could see the world

The light in her was dulled

People she relied didn’t gave her a chance to cry

Do you know why?

 

She breathed first, smiled first as came out alive

But who gave her life didn’t get a sight

Soon she was outside on a rugged roadside

Without mother it was her first darkest night

She just cried as people passed by

Do you know why?

 

She is a child with blue eyes

Unaware of the world’s lowly heights

Few evil eyes caught her tight

 Brutally teared her apart

Hardly breathing, bleeding, groaning she couldn’t sigh

Do you know why?

 

Holding the broken pieces of dreams in anguish

Wiping off her marked swollen face

The broken red bangles told the phase she faced

She saw her man’s love in the hands he raised

Everyone knew except her, why?

Do you know why?

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This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'Trauma' 

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