Pillu: Poems

218 · Nov 2020

Pillu Nov 2020

Broken ‘her’, she cried out hard,
Calling for help,
Falling to the ground,
She had accepted her defeat.
Her body went numb,
He was drunk, but he didn’t care,
Forcing her under his oneself,
Ignoring her tears,
He thrusted even harder,
Breaking her soul into pieces.
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Smirking finally, after he was all done,
Slapping her at last, until the soul left her body completely,
She was not ra*ed, she was killed!

There's another **** case in Pillu's country. It's not surprising. But it feels terrible, to know that even a 2-year old baby can get ***** and killed. What has she done? She didn't even get to speak.
Even one of Pillu's not-so-known friend got killed! Why do they have to suffer, for something which is not their mistake? *Pillu cries*

#sad #insecure #killed

142 · Nov 2020

Have I grown Up?

Pillu Nov 2020

Have I grown Up?

Dancing on the wet mud,
Laughing altogether,
Completely soaked in the rain,
After forgetting all those miseries,
With them beside me.

But now,
Sitting in the dark,
Covered in blankets,
Watching the birds shiver,
Flinching at each thunder strike,
I wonder,
Have I grown older? Or weaker?

Each time when it rains, Pillu sits near the window, looks at the children who are playing even under the rain. This was her past, when she had so many friends to play with, but now, she sits alone, and watches the others playing happily. She has no more desire to enjoy the nature.
Has she grown up?

#old #memories #weaker

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