Written by – Manish khatri
He came in my life when I was just a little child,
But the pain he left behind lasted more than a while.
He approached me gently and called my name,
With his arms wrapped around me, my life was no longer the same.
He told me it was our secret which no-one should know,
If only I could understand what that secret was for.
He said he loved me, he said he cared,
But finding someone who wouldn’t hurt me is indeed very rare.
I urged him to stop, I pleaded to go home,
With his arms all around me, he knocked me out cold.
My soul trembled with fear upon every other touch,
How could I know when things got too much?
My parents failed to realize the sadness in my eyes,
While the culprit kept returning as a devil in disguise.
The memories keep haunting me and fill my heart with shame,
I spend my life thinking am I the one to blame?
The scars that are left behind would never leave their mark,
My life has been invaded; I have been derailed from my path.
About the poet – Manish Khatri is a trainee journalist in India Today Media Institute
Published by – Karan Yadav
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