I closed my eyes,
To chase away bad memories,
The pains; that I have endured,
Those tortures and beatings,
That had left me with nothing but scars,
Still, they won't leave me,
Those moments in my life,
I have survived with so much pain,
Some has made me so weak,
I was just like a leaf of paper,
Others have made so strong,
That I could fight a thousands of beasts,
But they taste bitter,
When I looked at them,
I was never told the way of life,
Instead I was beaten to wander around it,
Either was it hurt me,
Or to pass out their anger on me,
I didn't know; why I deserved this?
Maybe they will tell me tomorrow,
But I know the best way to teach about life,
It's not by beating or insulting your wards,
Teach them about life with love and care.
©® Young Prof.
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