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Silent Scream

I am a clod of clumsy clay,

Just a part of your lusty play,

O murderer of this soul,

Why don’t this body you slay?

I lie beneath your feet,

Silently bear your savage beat,

You want to hear my cries,

To forget the pain of your own defeat.

The sight of these bruises makes you proud,

You think, you have wrapped me in a shroud,

But it is not I, it’s you who is dead,

You are a coward in the crowd.

© Jaya Singh

This poem got published in Indian Periodical. Here is the link:

Silent Scream

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64 thoughts on “Silent Scream

  1. Amazing Sunshine, your talent that I rave about is not undeserving, if anything it’s under rated. You beautiful, talented, artistic individual you. You never cease to amaze me. This was awesome, emotional and full of feeling. You are something else!!🌹🌹

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    1. No Paul, it is not at all related to me. The poem is purely a creation of my mind and doesn’t reflects my own life.
      Absolutely, no one deserves to be abused. Thanks for reading and for showing the concern.

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  2. I love this! Especially the last line. There’s something about a coward in a crowd that is really moving. Maybe it’s the comfort that a crowd offers. A way to hide, you know? Anyway, this is a great poem. Keep writing.

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