As I see the
Tears from the sky
Fall on the surface
Of the earth
And mostly it
Brings joy to me
But today
I m Drenched and
Hollow and
Gloomy
Because
The past
Hindered with me
As I saw the scars
Again on her face
Her cute little face
Blood dripping from it
Her eyes blood red
She all scared
By not the scars
Because she can lie
But the scars won’t lie
They will scream
About the beatings
About the slaps
About the torture
About the violence
About the victory
Of that fucking SOB
Because she chose to lie
She chose to stay mum
She chose to love him
She chose to forgive him
And by doing this
She chose Death
Not the easy soothing & immediate one
But a more grievous
Day-by-day one
And God help her with
Her slow poison death
And I tried
I swear I tried
To help her
To stop him
And it did stop
But it was just
A matter of days
And the ritual has
Again started
And its more fierce
As if the days off
Are being paid
With interest
And now all I can
Do to save my Angel
My mother
Is cry with her
And hope that
As the rain water
Gets washed into drains
Our tears will somehow
Find there way to peace
One can’t see their mother in any kind of suffering. It gives me creeps imagining the words of your poem.
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Thank you for your support Girl 🙂 Yes, mothers are the best and it literally kills you to see her suffer 😦
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thanks 🙂
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Wow!!
Very heart touching
You are amazing Writer
the best part
“But the scars won’t lie”
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Thank you so much Pooja for your wise appreciation 🙂 You in yourself are a great writer ! Being called a writer feels good 😀
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I have seen many incidents like this. Fills my heart with grief.
Very touching.
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Seen? Yeah it is indeed a sad sight to see and feel.
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She is really close to me. I have seen her suffer. Horrible
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Oh ! I am really sorry to hear this. Similar case is also with me and it hurts when she is hurted, even a tad bit.
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Yaa i can feel the same
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This is so stunning! ❤
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Thank you so very much Anima 🙂 Both for reading the poem & loving it !!
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One word: Wow! So much feels and emotions!!!! I loved the part, “And God help her with, her slow poison death.”
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Thank you so much Nicole for sharing your important views 🙂 You never fail to encourage me !!
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Beautiful poem!
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Thank you so much 🙂
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This is soooo very powerful! Thank you for sharing from your heart.
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Thank you Nico for your wise words. It means a great deal 🙂
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After reading the other comments,my pulse rate is down, Please watch where you print Angel1? Powerful stuff!
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Yes sure Will 🙂 Thank you for your support and I sincerely hope that you are fine now. Take care my friend 🙂
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Whoa.
For a skinnybean, you have pretty powerful way of getting your point across. I still have goosebumps even after five whole minutes of reading this.
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You got goosebumps – Thank you
Skinnybean – Thank you
Powerful – Thank you very much 🙂
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Hah.
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Woah! This one moved me from the inside! It’s really powerful!
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Thanks Gaurav ! Means a lot 🙂
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You’re welcome!
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A good read
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Yeah!
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I could never think of reading such thought this poetically!
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Yes we all try to try to find a way to vent excess of emotions. Some use hands to beat, some use hands to pen down.
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