The Silence Beyond Eden

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The Silence Beyond Eden  The sky, dust-laden, wears the stains of ash, while restless souls gather pearls of eternity, yet their hunger remains unsatiated. Frontiers bleed, dreams crumble into ruins, and nameless children inherit an unknown Eden's ashes. Once, your footsteps consecrated the earth, your breath sanctified the wandering winds. Now, iron and fire dictate the fate of spring. Who taught the flowers to fear their blossoming? Perhaps the giants still play their ancient game, moving kingdoms across the chessboard of the earth, while pawns of flesh and blood vanish beneath their shadows. And you remain silent, beyond the ruins of paradise. Is your silence the final mystery of creation, or the permission through which the giants reign?
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Sweet Little Girl

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 Sweet Little Girl

The sweet little girl

could not foresee

the misfortune waiting for her—

the day her relatives

tried to drive her family

from their ancestral land.

Only fourteen,

she dared to protest,

unaware that her small voice

would awaken

a terrible fate.

Frightened and helpless,

her parents decided

to marry her

to a man of forty.

Then began

the endless nights of torment—

day after day,

night after night,

even within

the walls of marriage.

One day,

struck by smallpox,

she returned

to her father's home.

But when she came back,

her husband drove her away.

Then came the men—

abuse, humiliation,

hands tearing away

the last covering

of her dignity.

She walked alone

along the thorny road,

stripped before the world,

while society stood watching—

its silence revealing

its hidden face.

Twenty-two men

turned her suffering

into a nightmare.

No one came to help.

No door opened.

No hand reached out.

Only a bandit leader

eventually came to her rescue.

And slowly,

the frightened little girl

began to disappear.

From the ashes

of humiliation

rose a fierce woman—

forged by suffering,

hardened by injustice.

One by one,

those who had tormented her

fell before her vengeance.

The hands that once trembled

now carried blood.

Thus the sweet little girl

was lost forever—

and the world

came to know her

as the Bandit Queen.

By Goutam Roy 

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