The Survivor

It was the time when I was sixteen,

The tragedy occurs where their was two lanes in between

From my friend house I was coming back to home; uptil than I was fine,

Their were few people's on road the street light was dim the time was half past by nine,

Their were three- four  boys lottering around me,

I was afraid but I thought it would be coincident might be

The lane became scary, and narrow

They surrounded me all over and their was no one whose help I can borrow,

As they took step towards me I creid, I beg, I yelled,

But the situation become worst like a hell;

At the end I was left all alone with the body full of marks, 

With no energy left to face these world which seems so dark

On the entire way I kept on thinking what will be the consequences how will I face,

The closer I came to my own house, my body turn numb, while my heart began to race

I felt lost as their are no bones in my body my heart aches and my soul died

How, how will I face these situation, and the entire story I will hide,

No one saw me when I entered the house 

I hide behind the pillars, the curtains, and went into my room like a creepy mouse

I was shivering and their was sadness all around

At that night itself I decided I wont let my emotions, and marks to be found

As the days passed I have learned the art to smile, while I was broken from inside,

I tried to be strong all alone as their was no one to hold me beside,

Now the years has passed,and I still regret,

Thinking about it still makes my body to shiver with sweat;

"I’m afraid the story isn’t finished happening. Sometimes I think there is no entirely true story I could tell. Because there are some things I just don’t know, and other things I just can’t say. Which is not a failure of memory but of language."