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In Her Eyes
Blame was burning in her eyes, Flames were screaming out of head, Tongue was a piece of flash, But heart was pumping fast. Body was lying on a bed, Night was cuddling with her, Dreams were scattering fast, But she was helpless to touch them. How can she stop someone’s mouth? What had she done so wrong? Her welcoming steps were weeping, And crying for her coming home. Father was ill and mother was old, Husband was drunkard and idle, When comes late at night, Demand’s money from her family. She thought to kill herself, But her little child climbed to her feet, Her jumping fire fell into a pool of tears, And her feelings were damped. Suddenly her husband came home, And started to kicking her badly, Her mouth starts to bleed, And she fell down and crying with pain. Child was only eight and watching quietly, His father was lying on a bed, He stabbed a knife in his chest, Sun was arising and he was playing in dust.
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