October 4, 2019 •

Aadya, India

You hit her with sticks,
You nearly broke all her bones,

You never heard her soulful moans,

For you have right on her,
Or as you thought you had.

Didn’t say a word,
Or if she said, it went unheard,
The beautiful dreams, that she had lovingly
Woven, were so cruelly ripped,
For she was a caged bird,
Or as you didn’t know, she was a thunder storm, you’d so fiercely stirred.