It was a time
For butterflies
And flowers and stars
And rosebuds.
These joys
Could have lasted
Forever.
But they didn’t.
He was a dear,
Her idol.
He gave her candies and toffees
Even though she didn’t
Know him.
He told her
That he’d protect her always.
But he didn’t.
It was just
Another cookie.
A little circle of joy, which
Her idol had given her
Out of love.
She should have known
It was a trap
But she didn’t.
Everything was fine
As she ate her cookie
In his home, while her parents
Were away working.
She thought
He would give her more toffees
And take her back home
But he didn’t.
In minutes, his charming home
Was her prison
A torture chamber.
He could have
Taken pity
On the little girl
And stopped himself.
But he didn’t.
Her next cheery memory
Was in a hospital.
Locking horns
With death.
She battled to live
For so long
But in the end,
She didn’t.
The man
Her idol
Who shattered
Her smiles
And innocence,
Along with her being,
Deserves to die
But yet, he didn’t.
There I was,
A hundred miles away
Eyes glued onto
The computer screen
While everyone was protesting
Much later, when I knew,
I wanted to do something about it.
But I didn’t.
Thinking Out Of The Blog 
Your emotion in a few lines; I ponder with grief; Let’s always hope for a new dawn with refreshing energy.
Wow, really? yes, we should. Maybe we should do more than hope.
I’m guessing this is about what’s recently been going on in India……..or just in general about things going on everywhere.
I get this.I seriously get this.
It’s beautiful…..the poem is just truly beautiful.
Thank you. 🙂