Isn't it enough for me to be a blossom of humanity <br />to breath the beauty that is meant for a being <br />standing all alone in the rain of sorrow <br />walking all alone in the breeze of sighs <br />waiting all alone in the hope of escape <br />seeing silently the stealing of unseen childhood, <br />ain't enough time to let the words from wounded heart to depart <br />so my weary fate decided to wear the unheard words to impart <br />in an appearance of unasked yet unanswered questions: <br />Why I am painted with pain? <br />Why I am tagged with tradition? <br />Why I am extinct while existing? <br />For what reason? I have to keep the imposed treaty? <br />And for what reason? I have to veil my soul from equality? <br />and for how long the unknown heartache will be hidden from unknown reality? <br />wait a minute my stolen childhood, to whom am I speaking? <br />to this world where life is sold on conditions<br /><br />Lail Reveal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stolen-childhood/
