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The Little Things

*pic courtesy from pinterest  The little things the little smile the little flower in the corner aisle the little butterfly catches my eye along with  the hovering bee like sketches drawn in the sky look at the little ant fleet just close to my feet the little spider takes a warm seat the little girl who hops on the broken tile while her mother looks right across  the street from a mile I wave at her she waves back the little gestures the little fingers the little spider continues to linger the little heartbeats as humming treats while I pick up the little crumbs from my bread last night

Empty

A ship..
Wreck in a series of storm.
Lying withered by the shore..
When the sunlight beams it’s dome.
Empty as the ship refuses the sand floor.
Sky lanterns..
Blown away too soon.
Getting darker while they drifted far..
Lying covered by the hideous bone.
Empty as the lantern refuses to be left alone.
The naked patterns..
Making gruesome attacks.
Have been exposed to innocent minds.
Attempting frigidly to break those tracks.
Unknown as their eyes refuses to speak and unwind.
Now silence gives dreams they dread..
Now any pain is driving them insane..
Entering houses is giving them chills..
Getting well drills failing to overwrite the drugs that kills.
Childhood refuses to nurture against their will.
*Dedicated to the balika grih rape case at Muzzafarpur,Patna which has shattered the lives of 29 minor girls who lived in this home thinking it was their precious abode little did they know that was a merciless trap.Now half of the girls rescued are not even reacting to the medication or therapy which being provided to them after rescue.

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