CONCEALED PAINS

 

Little one became a star over the night,
In storms and whirlwind, he stood as a knight
Salvaging all he could on a teary cold tar
Like the beautiful shining evening star,
Only to be cut short by roaring bullets.
With her hands on her head, she sits on the terrain,
As words of suicide caresses her like the rain.
Just as life turned bitter sweet in time,
The smirk of cancer throttles with a mime,
And all gathered hope became a funeral.
Raped and cuddled at eight,
Sweet Tatiana starts to hate,
When the fruit of love began to grow,
HIV/AIDS molested her in a row.
Now she begs at the feet of desperation.
Beauty takes its toll on everyone.
Little Rajesh was no exception to this law,
Only to have his birth in a home so dark and so raw.
Grew up with cracks and various drugs,
To star on death precious fury rugs.
Filled with an ugly coated past,
Fear covers her like a cast.
Running from every road of tranquility,
Only to fall back to the hands of reality.
She took her last steps on the tracks of a moving train.
Naive with series of pleasures,
And beaten by punches of treasures,
As a hoe she acquired her three meals.
Every sickness made sudden peals,
In her home, she lived in death.
written by Tokede Daniel
danatoks@gmail.com

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