Death of innocence by Jyothi

I was a blissful soul
No body consciousness
just united with the Universe and so blissful butterfly
When I wrapped myself with towel after bath
My uncle called me full of affectionate voice
I loved to sit beside him
Pointed and asked what were two black spots
Sensing wrong , felt insulted
and said ,”Ask your daughter ”
First time I was conscious of my body
He is a gentleman now
I’m still carrying the tears and rage and so much hatred
Slowly my innocence was killed by Perverts


  1. It is a beautifully written poem. Short simple and precise. The visual imagery used has created a great impact on the mind.

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