Her life...

Binudi Wickramasinghe

Day and night A new man like clockwork She cannot roam freely like others For she is degraded, humiliated and crucified Everything that she does Is to feed her hungry child Nobody sees her as innocent For their judgement come from her shell Don't you think she regrets it? Is it that difficult to show some empathy? Don't you see she has no choice? She aided for help But nobody came to her rescue She is a princess That was never rescued from the Dragon But all you can do is blame her When in reality you should blame yourself

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I saw a dream, and there were you, And there was coldness in your eyes. I wonder what a kind of true Made you become as cold as ice. And later I looked back to get a sense This empty glance was hellish call of past. It used to be a high and strong defense Against the world, the pain and me at last. You looked at me, and peering in your soul, I felt so lonely, as something vital died. And that is what I fear most of all - That nothing gentle will remain inside. Inside of you. Inside of me as well. And nothing will be said to farewell.

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