the unsung child
the little 8 year old girl once saw her mother putting on the oil of suicide, finding a matchbox , enough to make her child a destitute ". she watched her mother running out of life escaping in the dark, crying aloud , crying like an orphan she was 8 when she saw, beat and scratch she watched it all, creeping in a corner of her room, engripped with fear heart palpitating, she screamed the unsung scream no one would hear, she lived in the fire, all her organs burned but the heart was still there, beating :) she was an orphan, when she holded the feet of him, begged to safe her mother's life :) "she was 17 " she saw her mother the hero of her life always with blood and tears no, no power on this earth can make her , can make her a normal being again .
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