Tainted Poem by Shanika marini Paul

Tainted Scars
Tainted tis her voice content
As she smiles miserably
Her eyes once considered the suns pride
Now doth cry as the moons bride

Leadeth did she a life of sorrow
Hands joined in tears for a better morrow.
Silenced doth she her threatening fears
As she whispers a song in her little one's ears.
Regretted at times the choices made
Of loves proposal and disposal
Had she remained a silent maid
T as her will no one to blame.
Changeth doth the world, In silent despair
O many who are victim of yesteryear's scars











Copy rights: Teacher Shanika Paul
U/graduate BA English(OUSL) , ADIE(UK) , ACIE(OUSL) , DIP; AMI/PSY(CAMBRIDGE) Trained Teacher(IMSD)