Mother saw his door open.
Her breathing quickened,
heart hammering against her ribs.
She heard her seven-year old,
sing a song,
merrily, quite loud.
Now, she was afraid,
ran towards the source,
and found him dancing.
Something crimson dripped,
from his shirt,
something silver shined,
in hand.
In the middle,
lay a heap,
that was once her own child.
“One gone”, he shrieked happily.
His eyes fixed on her. He whispered,
“The second, has come to me”.
She could see,
a devilish smile,
shimmer on her silver knife,
as the boy neared,
his foster mother.
There were more screams,
that night.
-Yuhu!
Yuhu’s corner:
This poem is pretty dark, I know (What’s wrong with me???). But not as dark as the truth of many people’s life. Children subjected to physical or emotional abuse, at very young ages fail to understand, feel or reciprocate love. I cannot imagine, a bigger tragedy than this. Fortunately, therapy and rehabilitation have shown to give them a second chance to lead a human live. If only all children could be Lovingly cared for, they would still be, well, children.
P.S. You can find an educational document on child abuse and its consequences here.
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So sad but well written๐จ
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Thanks. I’m slightly freaked out, at this point. I appreciate your feedback.
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it is dark indeed. nice awareness …
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Thanks, Varun. A documentary freaked me out a bit. But it’s always good to remember our responsibilities, I guess.
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yes indeed…
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Very well written.
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Thanks a lot for your feedback… I really appreciate you stopping by.
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Are you… are you feeling okay?
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Ha Ha… I am, now.. A documentary about child abuse, freaked me out a bit. I’m much better now. Thanks, Matt… You are sweet. โค
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๐ Good to hear โค
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Does the poem sound as if a psychopath wrote it? ๐ฏ
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Erm. No?
It’s just very different from your usual pieces.
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Ah! That’s alright, I guess… Thanks.. Cheers.
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Completely different from your other poems and writings….very much dark and intense
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I know. Unfortunately, such situations do arise in real life… Thanks for reading, Sangbad. I’m glad you could stop by.
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yup…an hour or so is dedicated to this skimming of the current posts of the blogs I follow…
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Oh! Setting a time always makes things productive. I should follow this!!
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yes…every one of us should…
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grim and chilling at the same time.
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I know… I was slightly frightened, after reading it, myself!! The actual chilling part is that such things happen in real life!
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Very well written ๐
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Thanks a lot!!! I’m glad you could stop by.
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You are welcome buddy ๐ So what’s your name? ??
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Care to share your e-mail ID? I couldn’t find it on your ‘About’ page.
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diwakarkumar624@gmail.com
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Great!! Will get back to you soon. Thanks, Diwakar.
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U are always welcome ๐ Will be waiting ๐
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A topic that should be brought out! Well done ๐
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Thanks a lot!! Glad you read it…
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