Scathed

     She sprinkles some water on her face
Awakening her eyes to the new day
Wiping her face with a towel
She dries away all the pale.
Latching the door tightly,
 
     She sits down on the floor 
Clenching her fingers firmly, 
switches on the shower.
The water drenches her from head to toes
Soring open wounds on her skin bleeding torn 
Wincing her sobs in the gushes of waters,
She strangulates her voice to be heard any louder. 
     She dresses up well looking every inch of a beauty
Her jewellery and clothes shimmer in plenty.
Wearing a sly smile and ring, she walks out
Shivering and trembling as name is called
Another day begins with lesser hope and more sufferings!
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NAPOWRIMO- Incredible People

Nestled in the beautiful mountain hillside In the corner of a small valley,
Remotely connected, almost deserted
Stayed a family who endure enough to get some food to eat
The father toiled, so did the mother
Even the children worked in the fields.
Weather brought in harvest and smiles
And times of drought caused moaning cries
No money, no electricity and no more contacts
Poverty pushed them to the brink
Yet, they faced it all without any complains
Dreaming to be happy someday.
Today, years later,
The whole valley is buzzing with energy
Channelized towards growth and productivity
Even modern technology has paved in new heights
The once loomy homes are now shining with lights
the teacher in the small school is their daughter
Imparting wisdom to tiny tots who would be futures of tomorrow
The son has left them three, not abandoned please
His scholarship earned him many rewards and degrees
But he chose to reject job offers and work towards a noble deed
He has joined the army performing his duty to the nation
The soil that gave him his life, his true liberation.
The old parents now spend their time to prepare some old boxes of twigs and leaves
For preservatives made by locals sold in the whole city.
Money cannot buy happiness, they say we believe in simplicity
Our hearts are connected to our roots,
there is no disparity.
Cheers to them, the incredible ones
Your life is truly spirited one!!!

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NAPOWRIMO- Femme Fatale.

An enchantress, She seduced him

Charming him by her beauty and enticement
In exchange for a priced gift from him
That of His soul which was sucked away
Ignorant of this deal, he was still breathing
A life stuck in the cobweb of her dark ensnares.

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