Her Voice.

Published June 16, 2014 by Shreya Rajvanshi

She stumbled along
The narrow street
Feeling a rush of pain
So sour, so sweet
Hardly able to walk
She had scars on her feet
She had nothing to cover herself
Just a thin, torn sheet.

Her eyes trembled
Her mouth was dry
Her hands were pale
Voice drowned in her cry
Could not find a place,
To sit down, to lie
She felt so low,
Yet, her face was always held high.

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