Confronted Truth

It is a gentle act of kindness so as to pay our noble sympathies to the girl out there in pain.

On one end she is sought to be alone mourning in pain with a feeling of fundamental loneliness. 

As to compensate the pain as much possible on the other end, we all are conversing our kindness like in form of prayers, like in the form which is as dedicated below to        that brave girl battling between life & death.  

                                                  

                                               

                                                  There were beautiful days,
                                             when freely she use to laugh and live
                                                She was also a nonchalant bud,
                                                with attired fragrances of her own
                                                nurtured by the moments passing by,
                                                       But one monstrous night,
                                              abruptly hindered her act of growth,
                                                           Bloom of the flower,
                                                                lost it's charm.
                                           As it was like some monsters freezed her
                                         it seemed like the petals were plucked cruely
                                                        like they caged her soul
                                                              she was helpless
                                                 no one cared to heed to her sobs,
                                                    when she was thrown lifeless
                                                  like an angel after crushed wings
                                            like a crushed flower beneath some feet.
                                                  The ques that keeps striking us all
                                   that whether she will ever be able to live like before?
                                                           to grow like before?
                                                         to blossom like before?
                                                 to enlighten herself like before?
                                                 the ques hangs unanswered on us
                                                                          as
                                                after such cruelty on her tenderness,
                                                 will she be able to live like before?