Her footsteps echoed in the deserted road,
As she walked , her fear seemed to erode.
Yet she kept an eye at her rear,
The brave soul thought home was near.
They saw her walk briskly through the lane,
Their lusty eyes just thought of bane.
She felt the tense silence and increased her pace,
But they were ready for the chase.
They called her a slut and she complained,
Fear engulfed her soul but her courage remained.
They smirked at her and tired to restrain
For them it was the same "game" again.
Her eyes watered but she fought with rage,
Hurled her bag amidst rampage;
It hit one goon, straight in the face,
They kicked her stomach for their "disgrace"
She fell with speed and inscrutable pain.
Her mind said resistance was all in vain
Yet she couldn't let them have their way,
With tears she pleaded them to go away.
Her heartbeat was resounding in her ear,
For she was to face what even thoughts forbear.
They asked her to be quiet and "cooperate"
Or else they would do what they said they "hate"
She thought of those who waited at home,
The society labeled "safe" but no officers roam.
She felt the grinding of her soul,
As they defined a woman as a "hole"
Their laugh resonated with her cries,
As all of them had their tries.
They felt they did what men could do
And that being a girl was taboo.
They believed they won as they snatched their "right",
As she laid uncovered and motionless throughout the night.
They pulled their zips and zipped her voice,
Saying her lied rested on her choice.
They smiled at her and walked away,
Suddenly,they heard their tattered victim say.
"No matter how big your 'manhoods' lie,
In you a 'man' is sick and dry".
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Poetree
PoetryA compilation of poems on issues like human trafficking, war , racism etc. written by Shuvam Roy. I hope you read and enjoy it, please give it a try. :)
