By Isha Pathania
My husband made me to suffer,
It became very difficult to live together.
Since many years I forgot to live freely,
Everytime I forgave him easily.
Nobody understood the reason of my sadness,
My husband showed me anger and madness.
I kept on covering my scars with makeup,
Everytime I did patch up.
But I was unable to fill up the scars in my heart,
It was better if we fall apart.
He tried to beat me again,
He loved to cause me a lot of pain.
I held his hand and pushed him aside,
And from him I did not hide.
I lodged police complaint and I filed for divorce,
He felt no remorse.
I did job and I started feeling bold,
Stay away from people whose heart is cold.
It is very important to stand on your own feet,
So that no one can mistreat and beat.
By Isha Pathania
Fantastic
Awesome writing!!