To her and her bystander

She bears scars of stories long-forgotten

Their voice is fading;

Her pleasure fruit has been forever rotten

Was never a maiden.

Got captured by fence inside

Slight reminiscence,

These walls are thicker thousand times more,

When no one listens.

In rush of life, you’re busy, walking by

You speak no evil,

Contented with her big euphoric smile,

That isn’t real.

Foreign to your blind indifferent eyes

Her fight is inner,

“Forget the past, move on” are words you said.

You’re now the sinner.

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