On a sunny day in June,
Peeling fruits in the afternoon,
All of a sudden hearing a cry,
Knowing something has gone awry,
Her screams mutinous to my ears,
Her mother’s bashing, it appears,
Child, recovering from an illness,
From brain hemorrhage in its malice,
Lessons taught by her mother,
Unable to comprehend in a blur,
Repeating the words with an effort,
Otherwise a curse or a thump with a quirt,
Parents fighting over her,
Father abhorring the batter,
Mother inexorable in her actions,
And a neighbor who’s helpless,
Every time she cries,
Wishing I was her relies,
Tears flowing from my eyes,
I pray to god to impede her mother’s despise,
Wish I could let her know,
That she is indeed mellow,
Her screams would one day turn to laughter,
And that she would always be safe in god’s armor.
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sush i know who ur tslkin bout...grt poem wish people can read such things n change for the better!!
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