By Niranjana Pramod
"Behind closed doors, where shadows creep,
A silence falls, profound and deep.
Walls bear witness to silent cries,
In the dark, where innocence dies.
A voice raised not in love, but ire,
Turns a home into a pyre.
The tender heart, in fear, retreats,
With every blow, it skips its beats.
Bruises bloom like silent screams,
Shattering the sweetest dreams.
A whispered plea, a quiet tear,
In a house that’s filled with fear.
Promises broken, trust betrayed,
In this prison,love decayed.
Yet hope, a fragile, flickering light,
Yearns to escape into the night.
Whispers of courage softly grow,
In the heart's persistent glow.
Strength emerges, like a dawn,
To break the chains, to move beyond.
One day the silence will be shattered,
By a voice that knows it mattered.
And through the pain, a path is found,
To a life where love is safe and sound."