Her Life

mild and meek her voice
deep and emotionless her eyes
slow steps, head down, eyes wet
she walks down the road.
her attire torn, hands bleeding
people shout, in pity, and she
moves alone, along, in silence
tears rolling down her cheeks
she walked, towards her destiny,
her cries, unheard, questions, unanswered.
and there, they,fun ride of their life
taking away, her life from her,
men, no beasts, you call them.

2 Shared Thoughts:

divsi said...

made me sad.....
harsh reality....

n the sickening truth!

et said...

*claps claps*
Nicely done :)
Let there be more writing!

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