To break the silence of million years,
She need her voice her words,
A poem which was never written,
With an everlasting soothing tune!
Her eyes hold no beauty,
They are victim of cruel reality,
In the corner of her mind,
Innocent unheard thoughts reside.
Her nights were always darker than black,
Her days were more than colorless,
Never she saw any color,
They had never been in her favor.
No where to escape,
No way to live,
Broken in ever manner,
Her life is a long solitary confinement!
Not filling any void,
Not killing any noise,
She is breathing but can't survive,
She is living but isn't alive.