Look at those
sparkling eyes
They are a
storehouse of sunshine
They shine with
life
Enwrapped in
gripping innocence
Filled with purity
like that of a lustrous gemstone
Their little souls
are like the colourful butterflies
Who’d fly like
angels of heaven above
Bringing life to
the calm and tampered cores
But this beauty so
divine, simply sublime
Is not free from
the evil clutches
Don’t confuse the
devil with the superficial ones
It’s very much real
Hiding in their
kingdom oh-so-near to these little angels
Who are unknown to
the approaching danger
As they harbour their
hunger of sexual nature.
Winning the trust,
devising a secret plan
Thereafter they
attack
Attack the diminutive
bodies
Ravaging their
souls and mental faculties
The indelible
imprint of the maltreatment could damage the dewy-eyed spirit of the child
Pushing them in the
dark places
The little angelic
heart that once brought smiles
Would now despair
and be impaired
As they exploit their
petite beings for the their lustful greed, disgusting
Starting from their
paws and feet, exploring their entire innocent being
All they sought were
some smiles and treats
But they are gifted
with this loathsome mischief
Exploring the zones
which these little minds may have never seen
Raping their
existence and not only their bodies
Stop! Before it’s
too late
These were those flowers
that were to blossom in spring
But the gluttony of
iniquity have withered these buds
Who may never see
their season and rosiness
Because now it’s
the winter that will prevail
For their minds
have been clouded with the unpleasant haze
Look at those timid
faces
They have been
raped in the daylight and in lit up places
Pay heed to their
silence
As they plea to
stop this violence
Stop! For the sake
of their smiles that brought life
All they deserve is
the love of an elderly
Who would guide
them through their dreams
But they, impaired
with their disabled logic fail to render empathy
Feasting on the
little bodies
They feel glee
Submerging
themselves in the filthy thoughts and desires
They victimise
these minors and disagree to their pleas
Ignoring their
sparkling eyes that scream inside to cease
Making these
disgusting acts their reality
Crushing their
innocence and quietening their child-like desires
Stoically standing
as the evil feeds
And stagger their
beliefs and puerility.
(A story of a child victimized to the brutality of the sexual nature usually by a known one)
Those lines sensetized my spirit, I could hear those cries, those sobs... A monstrous face of an adult being...Great Jaa you could attempt and succeed to hold up a few of the thousand crushed emotions of abused kids...It's such a facet of human suffering that they say, he who bears, is the only one who feels it...But, you see, u could take such a huge stand on a global forum to showcase the very feel to acknowledge an age-old intolerable savage human practice, that only donates those little ones, a life spent in forgetting the way their innocence was pilfered..
ReplyDeleteFirstly I would like to sincerely congratulate you on composing this poem.. It is a stark reminder to the society that the existence of pervert minds is corrupting everything... You have showcased the horror and pierced my heart.. this is truly heart wrenching... also the buthchery of innocence has been shown with responsibility here.. please continue to write such moving pieces.. cheers
ReplyDeleteThere are people, who know it all and close their eyes to it, showering concern and sympathies from across a 'respectable' distance. Then, there are people who feel the pain as their own, undertaking a journey of pain across all mental faculties. You belong to the second group Jas. This one makes me proud for having a kind soul like you around. Brilliant composition.
ReplyDeleteugh...this took a wicked turn....it breaks my heart that there are those out there that want to harm children...and in such devious ways as well....
ReplyDeleteThis was a tough one to read...must have been equally difficult to write. It takes great strength to raise the voice of the "victim" to a place of dignity and self-worth...harsh but needed writing
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