Someone listen to me please

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Who will put him behind bars,
This devil who has stolen a child's innocence
How can others hear my muted cries
When they are denying this demon's presence?

I was a child, fluttering happily around
Your lust did devastate me!
I am ashamed and wallow in guilt;
When you, the horrendous culprit - roam free?

Wake up from your slumber my parents,
Dismiss not my tales as creations of fantasy.
The 'uncle' that you trust as a friend,
Finds me as a target who comes easy,

This world full of sins and thorns,
I have lost the sense of oneself.
When will be the justice meted out
To many other exploited children as myself.

Comments

Rahman said…
I am gonna recommend this blog to anyone who has an interest for poetry...
Will post a link in my blog soon..

Great work...
3:05 AM
Kannan Ganesan said…
Harini,

Keep writing poems...Being in software and acquiring muse and then penning it down, I know its difficult.....Good ...Good...Keep up the good work....
2:51 AM
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