IT'S THEM.... NOT ME

"AM I EVIL ? "-

She asked to her image ...

An image , unclear , wrapped in with the cold dark night ,

a little candle flame passing the warmth to the Lame ...

It was a new moon night ...

a night devoid of a natural light ...

hatred lingering in every corner ,

Wetiko knitting cloaks with tears .....

"TELL ME ,AM I EVIL ? " - she screamed out loud...

tearing down the choking silence for once...

her thoughts imprisoned by the

social judgment ,

She wanted to live , but she was to naive ..

She was a fish ,searching for warmth in a frozen lake ...

May be that was her mistake ...

the beasts devoured the lamp !....

She has turned into a book

with her flesh as the cover ,

and her soul as pages with blood stain...

the night rolled on ,

deepening her wounds ,

slowly piercing into her soul ...

Every time with each strike of clock ,

little by little she was scattered up ....

soft cries ! fainter and fainter every time....

the candle light flickered with each cold breeze...

Alas ! Now Yarn ends ,

Cloak is fully made ,

drenched in her blood and sweat....

all She knows now ...

"If no Mirror , then no Pain "

-- Ditsa Roy

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