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In the dim corners of an archaic repository Guarded by shadows and subdued mystery A nerve cracking tale of emotional misery A chronicle of unspoken, untold history The brutal lash of a leather belt The screams, the echoes, the relentless assaults felt The horrifying scars, the unbearable welt Withers my soul, seeing a mother being forcibly knelt The haunting cries beneath the moon’s cold gaze A child’s fragile heart, encountering frightened days The tormenting intuition, the intolerable helplessness Depicting this insensitive world, how time and tide frays The hypocrite neighbours with malicious intention Their hollow candour, veiling a double faced complexion The depraved society, lost in its superficial attention The child, gasping for emotional care on the ventilators of affection The backbiting relatives, feeding on unbidden hospitality Once in a blue moon, do they emerge in adverse practicality The mother crying her heart out, even in such criticality Traumatised, by the unforgivingness of such harsh reality The translucent mask, leading to intensifying mistreat Ignorance, structuring a highway of unimaginable deceit Betrayal, the shift, from friendship to cheat Mental burnout, draining the child to inevitable defeat Tribulation getting culminated with every dart Still the mother, protecting her child with a brave heart Believing that someday, there will be a cheerful start Today, that kid stands in front of you, portraying this beautiful art
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Jan 24, 2025
Jan 24, 2025 at 1:40 AM UTC
The Last of Past
In the dim corners of an archaic repository Guarded by shadows and subdued mystery A nerve cracking tale of emotional misery A chronicle of unspoken, untold history The brutal lash of a leather belt The screams, the echoes, the relentless assaults felt The horrifying scars, the unbearable welt Withers my soul, seeing a mother being forcibly knelt The haunting cries beneath the moon’s cold gaze A child’s fragile heart, encountering frightened days The tormenting intuition, the intolerable helplessness Depicting this insensitive world, how time and tide frays The hypocrite neighbours with malicious intention Their hollow candour, veiling a double faced complexion The depraved society, lost in its superficial attention The child, gasping for emotional care on the ventilators of affection The backbiting relatives, feeding on unbidden hospitality Once in a blue moon, do they emerge in adverse practicality The mother crying her heart out, even in such criticality Traumatised, by the unforgivingness of such harsh reality The translucent mask, leading to intensifying mistreat Ignorance, structuring a highway of unimaginable deceit Betrayal, the shift, from friendship to cheat Mental burnout, draining the child to inevitable defeat Tribulation getting culminated with every dart Still the mother, protecting her child with a brave heart Believing that someday, there will be a cheerful start Today, that kid stands in front of you, portraying this beautiful art
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Jan 24, 2025
Jan 24, 2025 at 1:40 AM UTC
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