Meandering down a busy street,
saw a li'l girl with mud- stained feet;
Dust clung to her cheek and chin,
Her Story lost in the city's din.
I lingered there to hear her Soul,
Humbled and Weak, Knowing I couldn't Console!
Her silence spoke louder than any sound,
of mirage long lost, of dreams unfound.
"Li'l One", I asked, "What burden you bear?"
She gazed at me wondering if she could share;
For Her world and mine don't align,
But I knew her strength was greater than mine.
Her eyes told miseries, distress and pain,
while she sobbed beneath the city's Strain;
Born in the mumble, a secret sin,
Her life began where humiliation begin.
Her mother loved a man who wasn't hers,
a secret which she kept buried for years;
The world discovered, the truth laid bare,
and judged her mother with hearts unfair.
They dragged her out, stripped of her Pride,
Snubbed and broken, burnt her alive;
The li'l girl was alone, What none understood,
Nor there was the mother, neither the motherhood.
Seeking justice in a world of gray,
she roamed around without a say;
for she was a child of scandal, a nameless face,
Seeking for love in a void space .
Temple Bells and prayers echoed for the Godess in the distance far,
She whispered softly, weeping beneath the evening star;
"How can one expect justice from a cursed land,
Where not even God is remembered without a demand?"
-Akash