The shivers running across her spine,as she sat huddled,in a corner..
The lewd gaze of the crowd as they did things,
The child looked around,with fear,as if a small kitten,wet in water..
Just as a hand was about to reach her in wrong way,
There he was,holding that hand..
With a shake of his head,the oldman with wrong intention moved away,
But the child was still scared..
Eyes closed,she sat,her lips moving as if she was saying something..
The youth tried to listen,putting his ears closer to her..
And all he heard,she was muttering no ..
He sighed as he sat a little afar,until her fear resides,
And waited for her to look up..
She had curler herself up,as if she was a leaf of touch me not..
