I Dnt Know
I have faint memory of the day,when I was of eight
travelling from school ,to back home
that day i saw a lady on the road
the shopkeeper,the fruitseller,the van driver and the street vendor
looking at her like a dog stares on a bone
that day from child I grew to a "girl"
I realize what matters a more
its not about "bura mat dekho"
its only about how much warmth your eyes get from import
SHE WAS NUDE
Yes, she was nude because she was a sore
I dnt know what had happened with her
but I am sure nobody came for her help
I dnt know who was more demented,that lady or those man
I dnt know why a piece of cloth wasnt brought to wrap her
I dnt know why somebody dnt thought ,that she is somebodies daughter and a vrou
that time I was of eight but still a 21 year old girl dnt know
why the things like this happ at all
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Poem / Young Adult
Poem / Religion and Spirituality
Poem / Flash Fiction
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