She asked, "why they did this to me,
even after infinite cries of No's?"
But her screams never meant a thing to them,
they only saw, what lied under her clothes.
There is no part of her body,
that they didn't touch,
and still the society wonders,
"Why she hates men very much?"
She lived a life only she knew of,
and everyone talked about love and hope,
But she found a way to make it all easy,
so she hung herself with a rope.
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PoésieʙしAǸĸ pAＧ㉫ The blank page on the table, Compelled me to write About the things that happen Without my might. Like the shining of the Sun And the twinkling of the stars. Of the heaven-like beauty In the universe spread so far. About mother nature An...
