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Oct 2014
She was still a kid, Playing with her Doll,
Her innocent eyes had that Spark, UNTIL...

She was Wrenched,
She was Impelled,
She was Gripped,
She was Battered,
She was Exploited....

Tears Flowed down her cheek,
The Pain made her Weak..

Her Squawk went unheard,
Her dreams were Shattered..

Her Soul was literally Plucked,
FOR WHAT WRONG WAS SHE PUNISHED...?
Mohammed Aqheel
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Mohammed Aqheel  Banglore
(Banglore)   
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