( warning - child sex trafficking )
Jingling Of Hope
Jingling of coin.
Works on my broken hope to join.
Even in this hypocritical society.
Where men came to kill their sobriety.
"What's your dream?" , My teacher asked.
To which I proudly said , "To buy my mom the bangles she sold so that my studies could last."
Going back home.
Enjoyed the tamarind candies while I roam.
That my mum kept as a reward in the lunch box tin.
Cause I always threw left over food in some bin.
While wandering freely, destiny had some other plan.
That's why few men abducted me and took away in a van.
I kept screaming ," Leave me alone , let me go."
Little did I know it was just the beginning of my woe.
"What part of world is this!" , I wondered.
Where men were outnumbered.
I was shivering with fear.
When she welcomed, "Have this candy and come with me dear."
She reminded me of my mother.
So I held her firmly while she was taking me through rooms decorated in bright colour.
She added , "This is your new home."
And asked me to get ready before gloam.
"I want to go.", I cried.
To which she took my lunch tin and put a coin inside
She shook the box and asked me to focus on chinks
"Go home once the box is full.", she winks
While sending me in the room , she whispered ," Obey the payers,
Even though they may give pain while entering your layers,
Still make yourself likable. ", she said.
But what happened next led my tears to shred.
How couldn't he see my suffocation when I groaned under his grunting and gasping breath.
That Led my soul to death
She granted another penny
That's when I realised the tin still needs many
With dreams in eyes
Body bleeding more than its size
I shook the tin
That reflected hope of a brighter tomorrow away from this sin
MEGHNA K PILLAI