Echoing memories
Of unheard screams,
Of unnoticed squeals,
Shatters my heart.
I pick up the pieces
To be prepared,
To struggle with
those who imposed
unknown results on me.
Who gave the power
to those animals?
How was I at fault?
to endure this atrocity,
to carry the scar,
for the rest of the life.
Who could lead me to light?
About the Author
Aruna Subramanian
Joined: 24 Sep, 2020 | Location: Bengaluru, India
An engineer by profession, residing in Bangalore and trying to hold on to the passion to write among the daily hustle-bustle....
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