Glass bangles;look pretty don't they?
Fragile and beautiful and easily breakable
Just like little girls
Pakhi was a girl eight year's old
But her feathers were broken
Before she could learn to fly
To save her family's name
She was to be a good little girl
And not say anything to anyone
Her childhood crushed;her innocence stained
Can she trust anyone again?
Fate is cruel and man crueller still
She doesn't play now with dolls and houses
But sketches monsters in her notebook
3 comments:
hey nas good job gal!!! loved ur "glass bangles"- short and fully loaded.and yes,loved the name Pakhi(which is quite obvious!!!).keep on thinking,keep on writing...all d best.
I thought you could have taken this further..Hmm
i knw wht u mean...v raw..written it 3 years back..time teaches u a lot of things..
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