Lekhny composition -10-Jan-2022
Whip
The whip caresses his back
And the pain his skin feels
Drives him to insanity ,
But somehow the ones who
Raise the whip
Do not see the pain he feels
They do not notice the emotions
He is being deprived of ,
Somehow in their minds
His scrunched face
Speaks of pleasure ,
They pierce his skin
With needles
And wound his soul
His face scrunched up his
Body shaking
Yet his eyes hold
Within them an undefeated warrior's aura.
The aura they hold is nothing but an illusion ,
The illusion he has built around him
To protect himself from his
Madness ,
The aura he has built to shield
Himself from more terror
From his lunatic perpetrators.
They wounded his body
But somehow cut his spirit
Into a bunch of pieces
They see him walking and
Rejoice in the sight of their toy
But alas their joy is only a mere mention
For they hate his persistence
That gives him the courage
To Confine the emotions of fear that they
Want to see in his face whenever they raise
The whip
At him.
They killed his spirit
And muted his body.
Thee° entangled
Shrishti pandey
12-Jan-2022 11:39 PM
Nice
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Punam verma
12-Jan-2022 10:45 PM
Nice
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Sunil Pandey
11-Jan-2022 12:38 AM
Nice one
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