A little girl,
so innocent, so naïve,
wandered around, places to places,
and found a ball of flame, 
   mesmerized by its beauty 
          she touched, 
reaching out her frail hand 
which is now burnt.

Being unaware of the cruel world,
she shed tears of pain and fear,
none came to wipe them,
instead stole her voice.

Soon came no joy nor sorrow;
   everything buried within,
time passed unbothered
  her stitches fell and 
      now was forced to express
but no words ever came
only the tears of unheard words;
which none understood.
                              -- Anjali

“Once stitched… Always stitched.”

— Anjali

There are many who face this, know that not always should your mouth be shut out. Seek someone who can help.