Price Of Innocence
Living by her own innocent world and a childish heart,
She hopped away to the school,
Wishing her dreams to come true one day.
But the burden of her birth was much meagre
Than the burden of the books on her bag.
Even in between her precious dreams,
There lurked somewhere an ominous nightmare,
Waiting to snatch the pleasant sleep of her childhood.
Now she realized the price of her innocence,
When she was being married off to that aged stranger,
Wedlocked her body under the shroud of a saree,
With her tiny legs bearing the small school shoes
Being replaced by the hard shackles paying the price of the silent cries inside her.
Abandoning her playful childhood behind the bars of a gruesome palanquin,
The innocent little bride still tries to find
A cause for the unknown mistake she has committed.
The walls of the dark room remained obscure
To the screams and sobs her voice echoes throughout that sleepless night,
As the senile savage gratified his pleasures
On the grace of her tender body,
Abusing her to wildness,
Hitting her to torturous misery.
And still today, her juvenile yearning body lurks around the crematory grounds,
Still searching for the sin she had committed
A decade earlier when she was being bestowed
Upon the land of this cruel world.