Me and my Quill!

MUSINGS

Life and Death,
Love and Hatred,
Health and Sickness,
Sweet and Salt,
Light and Dark,
Day and Night,
Black and White,
Paper and Pen,
Summer and Winter,

All through I need you,
Will you be there?

A request of a writer to her quill.

CHILD ABUSE-Why me?

SOCIAL INJUSTICE AGAINST THE GIRL CHILD

On a dark night, clear sky,

I lay frozen on the ground.

My face hurts, because of the wooden log,

That hit my face and made it look shapeless though it was round.

Wounds are oozing,

Blood is pouring,

The staunch smell surrounds my body,

Iam in my death bed already.

What did I do?

Am I not that little girl who plays in your backyard.

But you  buried me in a graveyard.

When I was told to push my boundaries,

I did not realise it was meant to be my struggles.

While people light candles for me,

I cry out and pray,

there should not be another victim like me.

I have had enough and more,

Of blood and sores.

My last wish is,

Call me to thy abode,

And Put my soul to rest.

Or else,

I will come again to teach them the penal code.