So much loving and caring
He appears in the lights
Of his honorable and civilized life
But acts otherwise
In the dead deserted nights.
In darkness of artificial glamor
He turns into ruthless rustic,
Utterly abusive and deadly scary
Brandishing his muscled power forcibly.
......
The world told me to hide my pain, my scars.
To hush, be quiet and unimportant.
I believed them.
I learnt to be timid, small and insignificant.
Then one day, I see this face
Of a little girl, very little-
her eyes, silent yet screaming of pain
Full of pain.
Her scars are deep and ruthless,
signs of torture and brutality.
......
So much loving and caring
He appears in the lights
Of his honorable and civilized life
But acts otherwise
In the dead deserted nights.
In darkness of artificial glamor
He turns into ruthless rustic,
Utterly abusive and deadly scary
Brandishing his muscled power forcibly.
......
The world told me to hide my pain, my scars.
To hush, be quiet and unimportant.
I believed them.
I learnt to be timid, small and insignificant.
Then one day, I see this face
Of a little girl, very little-
her eyes, silent yet screaming of pain
Full of pain.
Her scars are deep and ruthless,
signs of torture and brutality.
......