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He runs with unbridled joy,
And eats every biscuit that he licks,
His eyes light up with every new toy,
‘Twas a beautiful world and he was just six.
Learning to make friends at school,
Coloring books, catching crooks,
Pulling ponytails, breaking rules,
Big eyes that mesmerize with every look.
Everything was beautiful bliss,
But soon this peace was destroyed,
His innocence was robbed starting with an unwanted kiss,
And the soul became cold, dark and void.
The evil one dimmed his happy fire,
And unsparingly exploited his vulnerability,
Used his body for evil desire,
Repeatedly RAPED him most ruthlessly.
That boy with the spark in his eyes is gone,
Salty tears instead of the chocolate ice creams,
Blamed God for everything that went wrong,
But Alas! No one heard his screams.
He lies down exhausted,
Nursing his wounds and scars,
Waiting for the train to come around,
He was spared to live long and far.
The evil one took everything that he had,
But today he fights continuously,
To spare others, his fate as a lad,
Defiance to the evil one he shows tirelessly.
Because there’s one hope that leads him on,
Wounds will heal, scars will fade,
Remembering the pain, he cries alone,
My son, I’m with you , do not be afraid.
Harish Iyer, born 16 April 1979, is an activist for a number of socio-environmental issues including animal rights, gay rights, environmentalism and victims of child sexual abuse. As a child he was raped, by a maternal relative. Recently, he shared his entire story On Indian national television.
This episode had moved the entire nation and brought it to a realisation that rapists don't take note of relations, age, looks or even gender. Eye-opening and shocking, I whole-heartedly encourage you to watch the entire video. Or if you don't have the time to watch it. Read his heart wrenching story here. This Story takes significance, specially as the whole nation reels under the shock of the Delhi-Gang rape.
Every life is precious. Speak out for the ones without hope. Like Kathy Troccoli once sang:
"So Carry your candle, run to the darkness
Seek out the hopeless, confused and torn
Hold out your candle for all to see it
Take your candle, and go light your world"
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