You might only see her outer cuts
And torn clothes,
But the depth of her inner grief
Can’t be thought up.
Her dreams are meeting to death
And she is becoming home to sufferings.
Her body is going through many hardships
And her shaking hands,
they fear to greet.
Though she is standing but her feet are shivering.
She is blaming to self.
Her colourful world is turning
Unusually into black and white.
Though she is a sufferer
But you all are staring at her viciously.
Now she is afraid of this world of demons
And horrified by your judgments.
Her life is lesioning.
All she is asking for is justice,
But the path to it is becoming cruel.