Silence by Dayana P Paul

SILENCE

I'm silent, I'm wounded I'm scared, I'm weak,
I'm a woman,but someone called me "the
prey"

I'm silent, I'm wounded
It pierced through my heart And it swallows my dreams
No grief, no tears, but silence.

I'm silent, I'm wounded
I believed him,
But I lost my identity, my worth...

I'm silent, I'm wounded
It tortures me,
It alienates me, I wake up And break my silence at last
(It's a foreword to delhi incident that pricks my heart...)