By Aishwarya Dahal
A girl comes in my dream
I don’t know who is she ,
She is wet by the rain
and full of red stain .
I wish she would be safe
from a man who is worthless ,
my unknown friend
who was sold in a train .
I cannot clearly see her face
but yes her screams are not less ,
her wounded hands and legs
reminds me of the words she begs .
Her father and mother
I think they are in a trouble,
losing her daughter from their lap
from an unknown person’s trap .
Yes! it was just a dream
But don’t know how many girls will again scream .
Versatile Aishwarya has gardening, dancing, singing, reading, writing, among many others as her hobbies. She reads in class 9 and is also the school captain for the year 2079.