The following poem is on a subject which is too close to my heart; Human Trafficking.
Broken Window, Lost Dreams
Taken away from the threshold of the familiar ground,
Her childhood sold to a poacher of flesh.
She cried, she bled, she struggled till she turned blue,
The monsters didn't leave her even when they were through.
"You're our investment" they said, passing her on to the next customer,
Tattered and bruised, they went, dragging her,
Along.
All left was a soulless body, thrown away for the day,
"You'll feel nothing, It will be fine", each time, they'd say.
Left Alone in the dark room, each night after the ordeal was over,
Holding herself tight, motionless, she would stand in the corner.
All that the room had was a Broken Window,
Unkempt, withered, a mirror image of her, kept for show.
Years have passed since, she is now old and battered.
Still she looks through that same old Broken Window,
Thinking of all that the walls around her know.
and the terrible secrets that they both share,
threatened by the shadows of her own nightmare,
Lying on the bed, she doesn't have much time to spare.
The doctors say she has what is incurable,
she's alive, till the virus is stable.
Her life has been nothing except for the "Investment" they said she was.
Years lost, innocence corrupted before their prime,
Some dreams forgotten, she was a girl, that was her sole crime.
All that would be left- Same Broken Window and Some Lost Dreams.
© Dipannita Saha, 2011
Broken Window, Lost Dreams
Taken away from the threshold of the familiar ground,
Her childhood sold to a poacher of flesh.
She cried, she bled, she struggled till she turned blue,
The monsters didn't leave her even when they were through.
"You're our investment" they said, passing her on to the next customer,
Tattered and bruised, they went, dragging her,
Along.
All left was a soulless body, thrown away for the day,
"You'll feel nothing, It will be fine", each time, they'd say.
Left Alone in the dark room, each night after the ordeal was over,
Holding herself tight, motionless, she would stand in the corner.
All that the room had was a Broken Window,
Unkempt, withered, a mirror image of her, kept for show.
Years have passed since, she is now old and battered.
Still she looks through that same old Broken Window,
Thinking of all that the walls around her know.
and the terrible secrets that they both share,
threatened by the shadows of her own nightmare,
Lying on the bed, she doesn't have much time to spare.
The doctors say she has what is incurable,
she's alive, till the virus is stable.
Her life has been nothing except for the "Investment" they said she was.
Years lost, innocence corrupted before their prime,
Some dreams forgotten, she was a girl, that was her sole crime.
All that would be left- Same Broken Window and Some Lost Dreams.
© Dipannita Saha, 2011
