She was just 8 when her uncle offered her a chocolate to sit on his lap,
The clothes weren't see through no she wasn't wearing shorts,
But the hand found its way anyway.
Hide and seek was just a game until the doorbell rang everyday, And she never found a place she couldn't be seeked.
Another evening she fell sound asleep,
When the monster under the bed grabbed her hand,
She eloped out of bed but he confessed-
"Arey pyaar karta hu tumse."
She ran faster than she knew she can.
- Author: Meera Mere (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 18th, 2024 05:52
- Comment from author about the poem: This is the English and a bit more detailed version of Aaj bhi (Even now)~ Even now, when a hand rests on her shoulder, She shrinks away, fear growing bolder. At the sound of a knock on the door, She hides, trembling to her core. Even now, when someone whispers, "I love you," Her heart quivers—why, she has no clue. Her body, she has washed clean of the past, Yet why does her soul bear scars that last?
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Tragic, devastating, sad, haunting, yet all too common and it leaves wounds that won't heal and scars that others can see. A dark write about a human condition. Nicely done
Indeed a scar almost every other girl bears.
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