Child Abuse

© Anjali Grover

I am giddy, my body so weak,

My heart sinks, as tears roll down my cheeks.

My voice quivers, my pulse rate drops,

Frozen to death, my eyes see it all.

Lifeless I watch, the brutal child abuse,

It makes me miserable, my existence of no use.

Tender souls being tortured, in-and-out every body part,

Beaten with the sticks, thrown to the floor, torn apart.

One by one they lineup, waiting for their fate,

Their innocence destroyed, their smiles fade.

They shiver with fear, ripped, they cry out loud,

No one to rescue, no one to pull them out.

I wonder how ‘she’ repeatedly, commits such heinous crime,

Lashing her anger over them, shaming them all the time.

 She continues the torture, help, for she has lost her mind,

Leaving bruises and broken bones on body, and lasting scars on mind.

 Someone pull that stick, she holds it with all her might,

For they haven’t learnt how to speak, they don’t know how to fight.

 Someone shake this sinner, take away that knife,

For these kids, if survive, it’s a damage done for life.

Hey Mom could you hug them and wipe off their pain?

Hey Dad could you help them return to their childhood lane?

Oh Doctor, could you heal them and give them tender care?

Oh Teacher could you make them giggle, and make their world fair?

Oh Lord could you bless them, with them could you stand?

They really need you NOW, they need Your caring hand.

You know they deserve better, they deserve a good life,

Please be with them Oh Lord, that is all I pray for tonight….every night…for ever.

Amen

Innocent Love

© Hiya Grover

The road lay flat cradling the dead
With death grasping on so very tight
The wind pinching the skin of my face
And the sun unable to give any more light

Poor thing oh dog
It’s all just my fault
I should have made him stay
I should have made him halt

I have to get hold of my speeding breath
And accept the fact that he is no more
I have to go and pick him up
I have to bring him back to my ghostly door

Stop being the shivering mouse in an earthquake
Getting up with all my might
Walking across the lawn towards my hell
Ready to give up my defeated fight

Poor thing oh dog
It’s all just my fault
I should have made him stay
I should have made him halt

Picking up the displaced head
The blood fled like an endless waterfall
Snakes of flesh wrapping my hands
All that I had left to do now was to run away and crawl

Yes, I had to crawl away in my silent world with no company anymore
But little did I know, that God would let
Me and my dog start over again
He gave me the chance of a lifetime to reunite with my little pet

Poor thing oh dog
It’s all just my fault
I should have made him stay
I should have made him halt

He took my life in a tragic way
That you might have been told of
He got a young man to do his job
He got a young man to take me far off

He got a young man to crash into me
The same way someone did with my dog
He left me with car tracks down my back
He took away the light of my eyes and left me in a venomous fog

Poor thing oh dog
It’s all just my fault
I should have made him stay
I should have made him halt

The last thing I remember
Is seeing a man still as stone beside me
Apologizing for what he didn’t need to
Apologizing for bringing me back to my dog

Love can be so innocent at times
People ready to give their life
So don’t break the chain of love
With your heart as brutal as a knife

Or you will regret all your mistakes
Without a chance to apologize
You will have to pay for it with time
And watch the dead victim as he unresponsively lies

Poor thing oh dog
It’s all just my fault
I should have made you stay
I should have made you halt

Measure…to Infinity and Beyond

via Daily Prompt: Measure

© Anjali Grover

Measure, how can I,

For you, I unconditionally love,

At times I wonder if you are the centre of it,

Or if you are my entire universe itself.

Measure, how can I,

My life you deeply touch,

I will always love you,

But don’t ask me how much.

Measure, how can I,

For you, my affection knows no bound,

May be it’s to the square of infinity,

Or may be even beyond.

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