Tuesday, 24 April 2007
She a waif an unwanted child
Staring with glazed and sorrowful eyes
Facing the factitious world
And together they are alone…
May not be both the ends of same navel string
But now she is the mater and he the Mac
Two restless broken souls
Abandoned by the existence…
On their trance to the halter wating for them
He may be the first lecher lacerate her lap or lee
When the vail of innocence once lifted
And the taste of tent once felt
Who is going to hear her wail?
Neither you nor me
Never her obdurate destiny.
Then why should she alive?
Kid grow up to her shoulder
Be the matricide
It’s better than be the neuter
Who sells moms flesh for bread.
My note for you
This snap was taken by a friend of mine,once he send the snap along with a note about his personal experience...the snap taken from kottayam thattu village,kannur.
A village still flowing with have not"s.A place where 3 time meal is a dream,where the girl kids losts thier innocence even before maturity.Boys tastes the forbidden fruit along with arrack in the dawn of teen.What more to say...i felt the agony,pain and frustration in my friends words...yes a heart was wounded by the very sight of this kids.His words along with the picture made me write this..i may be aggrasive in my words but truly i mean it...
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