To Clear Skies...

She shed a single precious tear,

For a girl who never cried;

Her world stopped still,

Her mom went down with the bridge 

Into her watery grave;

The father followed 

To watery abyss,

With every bottle he drained;

She was left alone in world of leeches,

They sucked her dry

And left her there to die;

Amidst those mongrels

With her head still high

She waddled across

To reach clear skies;

Day and night she ploughed by

Till she could take no more

Buried she was alive

In the coffin of her life

Searching for the light she clawed past 

Until her fingers bled dry

Through life and death she had lived a horror

And she never brought forth a tear

Then suddenly he stopped at her and smiled 

Pulled her up and said "this way"

Day and night she walked by his side

They finally reached the clear skies...

She looked at him and suddenly smiled

She shed a single precious tear,

For a girl who never cried.

This poem was inspired by a documentary, I saw long back (but sadly I no longer remember the name). So if anyone of you guys remembers the story line do let me know :) 

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