To my eight year old self

A poem by Kriti Choudhari

You were a chirpy little girl,

Liking your frocks to twirl.

You were bundle full of happiness,

And unstoppable due to talkativeness.

You were everybody's favourite,

As you took things light.

But then thigs swept of your feet,

When you faced deceit.

Your innocence was ruptured,

When you were captured.

Captured by hands of a stranger,

Hungry as a scavenger.

Held you tight,

So, you don't take a flight.

Clasped your mouth, 

To fulfill his drouth.

Everything seemed blurred,

Your voice couldn't be heard.

His physical power overpowered your mental power,

It felt sour.

You felt disgusted, 

You felt disgruntled,

As he forced himself.

You broke into pieces.

Your soul ripped apart.

But, one thing you couldn't do was ESCAPE!