SEVERE PUNISHMENTS
The depression on my face was quite visible
She shut the door behind me
The mirror showed me the deep marks on my body
My ears still ringing about,
Not ringing, banging with that threatening voice
Cruel thoughts passed my mind
That time I hated everyone whom I could browse through my memory
That moment I was locked up in an unlocked room
I sat hearing all my promises being shattered
All my enjoyments draining out
All my luxurious snatched away
Those bits of paper were still lying in front of me
These were the instances ventured by my mind,
While I showed my marks to my mom and thought,
“Could the punishments even be like this?”
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