<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472669" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cry of a Soul</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What passion it was<br>anger or lust<br>who knows what<br>that turned him into a beast.<br>Stifling her throat, lest she cry<br>he infringed her modesty.<br>With her senses numbed<br>she sank into oblivion.<br>Like a loath, she lies ever since<br>vegetative she has been since: <br>she- who chose<br>to nurse our wounds and soak our tears<br>with tender smile and hands of care.<br>Now like a loath there she lies.<br>She cannot stand or even stir<br>neither eat nor even drink, <br>speechlessly, in space she stares<br>it's all hollow, nothing is there.<br>' She is in coma' doctors announce.<br>' Alive, she is' judges pronounce.<br>But, let me ponder: <br>is she alive though not dead.<br>Benumbed, she is<br>her senses do not work.<br>But what of soul, <br>doesn't it suffer? <br>Wasn't it hurt when she was raped? <br>Doesn't it hurt even now, <br>as her colleagues<br>under the cloak of sympathy<br>daily transgress her privacy.<br>Hush hush talk all around<br>and looks of pity that abound, <br>mercilessly they hurt the soul.<br>'Human right' that we pride<br>is all sham<br>a matter of shame! <br>Soul in her body still resides<br>in agony it still does cry; <br>when will it all end?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Om+Chawla">Om Chawla</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472669" data-title="Cry of a Soul de Om Chawla" data-description="What passion it was anger or lust who knows what that turned him into a beast. Stifling her throat, lest she cry he infringed her modesty. With her senses numbed she sank into oblivion. Like a loath, she lies ever since vegetative she has been sin..."></div> </div> </div>

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