For every part of my body that he touched.
For every tear that I swallowed.
For every memory that I suppressed.
For every scream that I muted.For every smile, I had to give when he passed by.
Why?
Because he was my friend's father.
But no longer now.
So that no child should suffer.
So that no child should die inside.
So that no child should feel tainted.So that no child should be silent.
Just because no child should go through what I did.
All the trauma and silence is broken today.
Art Work: Aditi Kumar, Vaisheshikaa
Comments
Post a Comment