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Rescue of innocence
you have draped your innocence in the warmth of muslin,
your dark eyes speak of your loneliness in this strange land,
your lips whisper within yourself your desires,
when they should be screaming out loud for justice,
do not shed precious tears amongst heartless men,
they might just mock you and subjugate you more,
an age when most would be unfolding outer petals,
you are a flower that has been robbed of its garden,
your mother weeps unconsolably at home in her dark lonely room,
Your world was stolen from you for the pleasure of men,
yet darkest corners of life have embers of god’s light,
I see you, I am here to rescue your innocence,
I shall sweep you in strong arms of love and carry you home to safety.
to mother.
Copyright ©
Krish Radhakrishna
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