Disgusting reality for so many children.
Photo Credits – Madhurjya Borah
Once upon a time, there lived a little boy.
He said he was scared..
And uncertain of his existence.
Wait a second,
Can you hear his voice..?
“Can you hear my voice..?
I can still hear mine.
The way I cried STOP….
But he said, ‘Shh….’
And I made no noise.
He touched me..
Said he loved me.
But then he hit me, ripped my shirt..
Pushed himself in, to a point where it hurt.
The power he had over my body and heart…
I see children being loved…
Loved by their parents.
But can I understand that word called LOVE..?
I guess my Father shoved the wrong definition between my thighs.
I was eight
My mind, terrorized.
Now, dirty from malice
I have a body – disgraced.
My soul – raped. ”