For the rest of her life,
She chose a partner
Or a cage of fear
She herself was unaware.
Giving her best, still, she was like a bird caged in her nest.
It was a home she dreamt beautifully to live in peace
Or a place where her soul was destined to rest in peace.
Domestic Violence or Abuse we say
When everything from the outside, jolly it portrays
Within four walls, what happens, no one can say
Where a single thing if she disobeys
It would be suffocating for her to pass the day
A small delay on her part,
Would be the reason for the scars on her face & heart.-Ankita Bhatia