Against Child Abuse Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Against Child Abuse

When I see scores of people
Those openly loathe children,
I an saddened and shocked,

Having one of them, I was not
Special, very difficult to confess,
But the majority children do not.

Exceptional. The bitter memory of
Brutality, seizes their out-sized and
And large, memory biting like a scorpion.

Like an ugly mad dog: Means Father
Rev. Joseph from the Church school;
But converted into a living hell.

Slapped you for weeping out. Children
frightened by his sight, but other prefer
To remain mum reflecting slave mindset.

The viruses life leads to failed life,
Feel enslaved in that falsely glorified,
But sick and hurt in heart.

Each child turns into a rough sea,
Artificially decorated body, turning pale;
And more difficult to live in with.

Waiting for the light from heaven to fall,
But become impossible to accept.
Like us, but even weaker hidden in a mask.