Banging The Ears - Poem by Rinika Bhowmick
Up of the hill, stays a cruel queen
Who let her daughters in ruin…
Down the hill, guards the monster of hell
Daughters couldn’t escape; the only way is to ring the bell…
Can u think if it appears in real? ? ?
Who can be lying in the jail? ? ?
Not taking about the police jail…
But about the jail between Do or Die, which can anytime fell…
Daughters have to suffer a lot
They always pray- “O God! ”
They are always having great fear! ! ! !
Because their mom; always banging their ears…
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