The Falling Maples- Living Unconditionally- Poetry by S.S

I wonder if the shamefulness lies in being a part of a society, where women are mere 'sex' objects, or the incapacity of eradicating and exiling the culprits. And to add to the entire atrocity, a little girl is seen with lascivious eyes!  No, those who have suffered haven't died. Close your eyes, and this is what you shall hear, echo of the soul of every girl child, abused, raped, assaulted and finally............killed........😢 This world is a beauteous place Mom, But I was just a little girl, I hadn't even seen the life unfurl, They say childhood is the chirpiest phase, But I am stuck Mom, I am held forever in this maze, I still remember your voice overflowing with affection, While I lay curled in your womb, safe from detestation, Why! Why did they do it Mom? What wrong did I do Mom? I was just a little girl, Yet to see the life unfurl, They tore me apart Mom, It ached, I cried, I cried endlessly Mom, And I am left dangling now, I am not

And when I shall be no more, 'T wouldn't mean, the end of our lore, For it shall be through the winds, That shall reach the mountains Through the seas, That shall kiss your horizons, And through those unforeseen rains, That We will meet again........                ~S.S~