How could you look at her like that?
How could you ignore,
those beautiful eyes
Full of dreams?
How could you not see,
Those soft hands,
That were to do
The hardest tasks?
How could you hinder
Those small feet,
That were to take the longest stride?
How could you snatch
That divine smile,
That could have melted,
Even God’s heart?
How could you stuff her heart with thorns of your lust?
How could her innocence,
Ignite your demons inside?
How could her truthfulness
Challenged your beasts?
How could you touch her
Like that, when she trusted you the most?
How could you thrust himself on her,
without thinking her a child?
Didn’t she remind you,
Of those little goddesses,
you do look for in your fasts?
Didn’t she remind you of
A shiny little star
That could have fired the whole sky?
Didn’t her cries break your heart?
Didn’t her silence tear you apart?
Didn’t you feel dead when you trampled humanity that far?
Didn?t her helplessness pricked you?
Ask yourself, if you can.
Ask yourself if you can.

Author:

Share this article on:

Share on facebook
Share on twitter
Share on linkedin

Related Articles:

Ka One parasite chases another out. Michael Serres There’s a death we can feed upon. A suicide, an act of annihilation, a drawing close
I overuse the word ‘sex’. My friends say, What the hell do you write? You have a dirty mind When I say, Let’s have
Who needs breasts anyway? I should chop them off Get rid of them Throw them in the bin Away from prying eyes. For they’re
From now on, To bear with you I would need xanthic lights And shabby corridors! You need to snatch me away from myself Pull
In October 2011, the University of Delhi turned into a melting pot of debate over one of the most celebrated essays of A.K. Ramanujan
I killed the girl I used to be, For the one they want me to be. I took away her smile, That she gave
At midnight My city screams Just when the longer hand of the town clock Reaches beneath the bird nest And the thwarted one beckons
What happens when one day you turn on your television in the hope to watch the Primetime by your famous national news presenter or
Once we fell into the deepest troubles, We were rudderless, Spiritless, Lifeless. Then there came a nietzschean ‘Superman ‘ All powerful, Vigorous, Indomitable, Cheerful
Neon windows Through which every night passes like millennium. The last shop which sold coronations, I saw the ukulele man pull the shutter down.

We would love to hear from you.

Please provide your valuable feedback.