And I shall write for what may be the future,
Or to the daughter of the night.
*As darkness eats you up,
And ruins the architecture of your bones,
******* your soul out of your heart.
A Tardis I do not own,
To enter your space time continuum,
To save your universe from falling apart.
Inside a dim lit room,
Shows a screen of the CCTV footage,
Of the robbery of innocence.
You are so far out of reach,
Anxious to the sense of touch,
Anxious for you to sleep.
I am outside this dark dark room,
I will not bang on the door,
I will not leave too soon.
I will read you stories of the light,
And you will see the stars of the night.
For India's daughter, and every other daughter out there.
© 2015 Izzah Batrisyia