wound for ever......

This poem has no presentation and no rhymes but I think everyone experiences this in their life's.................

wound for ever

no one in a mood to listen a kid crying for food
pulling shirts staring with hungry eyes
got response with angry eyes
turning deaf ear with no fear
i said "sorry sunny have no money"
said so because that angel of nine not mine
later using money to enjoy fagging
next evening saw a crowd
which wasn't loud
same kid lied motionless
seeing whom everyone became senseless
hurts everyone to see him dead
but it hurts me even more
his screams are now heard in my dreams
this incident has left wound for sure

which has
no cure.

which has
no cure......




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