Every Night I Will Cry……. Poem by Silkina Mankotia

I have felt the bruises again and again
And it seems it only doubles my pain
When will they understand the fear, hidden in my heart?
Theirs a cold chill in every corner and part
Until I make my own destiny and name
These cuts on my arm will always remain
Scars are my best friend, it’s been two years
I keep on fighting with these harsh tears
I am a dried human with no life and blood
My dreams and hopes are buried in the mud
I try to warn them before it’s too late
I am alone now; I don’t belong to any family, country or state
And I am sure that before I die
Every night I will cry……