nasty life

A Birth Right

As the cries grew stronger

The inflicted pain and the screams echoed in the room

The blood was spurting

The strong hands of me couldn’t hold on the thin wrists, where recently green bangles used to shine

The continuous banging and shaking of the head had made the pillow fall over on the side

It was strange how pain could cause such strength to be revealed

Where the sitar playing hands could push a brick breakers hand

As the scissors and towels vanished from the hands

The odor of blood and disinfectant was making the air heavier to breath

I stood their holding her wrists, trying to calm her strength and pain

At last the blood stained hands brought out little of me

The shrill cry declared the arrival of strength and beauty

It was girl smeared by the struggle and pain.

As the cries grew stronger

The inflicted pain and the screams echoed in the room

The blood was spurting

The strong hands of me couldn’t hold on the thin wrists, where recently green bangles used to shine

The continuous banging and shaking of the head had made the pillow fall over on the side

It was strange how pain could cause such strength to be revealed

Where the sitar playing hands could push a brick breakers hand

As the scissors and towels vanished from the hands

The odor of blood and disinfectant was making the air heavier to breath

I stood their holding her wrists, trying to calm her strength and pain

At last the blood stained hands brought out little of me

The shrill cry declared the arrival of strength and beauty

It was girl smeared by the struggle and pain.

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