Last night of a girl's pride

I was out late at night,

There was no single soul at sight.

There was work, I had to stay,

The project was due over a day.

I left office searching for a vehicle,

Passing by me was just a motorcycle,

'Run away you silly' my intuition said,

This was too dangerous for a girl, I had read.

When the bike stopped I was in complete dismay,

Clutching my purse I started walking away.

Intimidated by his every move I wanted to shout,

But no one came to help me, may be I wasn't that loud.

I could hear him scream and yell,

I was making him angrier I could tell.

"Why do you run? You can charge me double."

I knew for sure this man was trouble.

He followed me wherever I went,

Now he was so close that I could smell his scent.

He pulled my hair and I fell on my butt,

I tried kicking him on his gut.

I knew that I failed hard,

So I started yelping like a retard.

Slapping me hard he dragged me afar,

I didn't even get the chance to spar.

Throwing me in an isolated place,

He looked more animal then of human race.

Pacing towards me with a cold look on his face,

He had no guilty trace.

"Stop fighting me. You are my toy tonight."

He was now touching me without any right.

I tried a lot but he wouldn't budge,

To his body it wasn't even like a nudge.

He had the upper hand in the game,

But i will have to take all the blame.

He touched me here, he touched me there,

It was worse then a nightmare.

He ravished me, my body, my soul,

But in all this what was my role?

Leaving bruises all over he left me there,

My parents must be looking for me, wondering I was where?

The cuts on my spirit were far more deep,

I was left with nothing but to weep.

He shredded my soul and took my pride,

There were only bloody tears that i cried.

I saw my torn clothes, my hair, my eyes,

I was told 'Don't be a fool, be wise',

So "I need justice" was all i chanted,

Punishment for that man was what i wanted.

It was my illusion to think he'll go to jail,

here comes another long trial.

I wasn't raped only once, twice or thrice,

But everyday in court to prove it was all lies,

Everyday in media, at home and outside,

It was just getting a rougher ride.

But my question was, 'What was my mistake?'

May be it was getting stuck out of home that late.

Little did I know how wrong i was,

This was never the real cause.

My mistake was being a female,

In the world which is still ruled by male.

Justice for me became just a dream,

And he walked out as smooth as cream.