In the silent halls where shadows creep,
A soul departed, left in sorrow's keep.
Moumita's name, now etched in pain,
A cry for justice, a call in vain.
Innocence lost beneath the veils of night,
The world awakens to a harrowing sight.
May her story be a beacon, strong and bright,
Praying for dawn to banish such blight.
May no soul endure the darkness she knew,
Let justice rise, and peace renew.
I do hope that justice would done to her. Excellent poem. And good to see you back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Alarming but The bitter truth is, many moumita's are there and mouth have not reached the voice limelight since they are not literate.