The Story of A Little Lamb

The Story of A Little Lamb

                                      

Silence, it speaks a lot

But not everyone can hear.

It’s not empty, it’s full of answers

Not always you can bear.

It was dark, the wolves, they kept howling

And the lamb waited silently

Hidden away in her safe heaven.

She knew the shield wasn't strong

And that she couldn’t stay hidden for long.

She wasn't scared for her life,

More than she was afraid to lose

Her confidence, dignity, self-esteem

Any further then it already had gone.

They kept barking in the dark relentlessly.

She kept praying to God to see her pain,

But God said he needs to make her stronger.

She begged and begged for help

But he did not pay any heed

For he was so sure she would be stronger

When she gets out of this ordeal.

The dogs kept scratching and tearing

The walls of that dilapidated shelter.

At last it shattered and exposing her,

She was naked now.

She closed her eyes to endure

What would come next.

Her mind was blank,

She could not anticipate the moment ahead.

Her instinct was to escape but they circled her

They were playing with her fear,

Satisfying their lust by watching her die slowly.

They knew she stood no chance.

And then they tossed her around

One by one stripped down her moral.

She wept until she was so exhausted

That she stood clenching her knees,

in the night, in the rain.

The wolves slowly moved closer to her growing & grunting

Their ego, smelling her fear.

But she was silent now,

And then with one sudden grasp a wolf ripped off her fur

That was her dignity.

Other one ripped off another stretch of fur

That was her confidence.

And like this one by one she lost everything,

Her valor, her pride, her beauty and divine, her soul.

All that was left was a piece of flesh and bones.

She neither wanted to live or die.

She just didn’t want anything anymore.

Suddenly the darkness began to descend.

Some saviors came rushing to help.

The wolves now scared ran for their life.

God at last surrendered his wayward.

They covered the lamb with their sympathy

Thinking that would heel her misery

May be restore her virginity.

But alas, all that was her, was ripped away by the night,

All that remained now was silence

Deafening, questioning, chaotic silence

That was her life.

-Tejasvi Lotlikar