Every night.

Every night, she cries to herself,

Cursing the way she was.

Belonged to no where,

Pieces of her everywhere.

Every night, she wonder

How better it could be,

If the future, she could see.

Sometimes wondering,

How better it could be,

If she was dead.

She craves for someone,

To dive into the oceans

And teach her how to swim,

Than to drown alone.

She recites a little poem to the class,

No one realized,

It was a call for help.

She’s afraid,

To be judged.

How better it could be,

If she had her dad’s lap

And lullabies,

For one more night.

Every night, she wishes

To have a better life,

To save everything,

Every moment,

And him.

:’)

Picture by- Shubham Mudgal.