A soul, made by that God,
attacked by some dogs.
Dragged & ripped apart.
It Screamed,
while trying to resist.
It Screeched,
While suffering the cruelness.
At last it died.
Once again,
Objectified.
Seeing this
ferocious,
barbarous act,
God also mourned,
questioned himself,
Why he made these
evil creatures,
the monsters.
When will these change
When will these demons understand
this truth
that
a soul, has no religion
has no caste
has no gender.
It can only be
pure / impure,
depending on
their doings.
-Elysian Bookgraphy-
Painful..i could feel the turmoil in your mind. I have two sons and a daughter. So I can relate to it at different levels
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Incidents as such just breaks our hearts. There’s something wrong in the upbringing of boys these days😑
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Loved loved loved it so much!
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Thank you 😊♥️
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This is so the need of the hour
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Your poems are so GOOD! I cried again!! Love it 😭💕
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♥️♥️
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Beautifully written,I could really feel the pain…..
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Beautifully written! I wish everyone sees
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Love this!!
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this is so good
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Wow. Just wow. I don’t usually like poetry, but I always love yours. Thank you for sharing ❤
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