I remember a girl
A girl very close to me!
Wearing a red short skirt
Unaware of the demons outside.
That day when she was standing all alone in an almost unknown place
A stranger came close, more closer to her!
She was just 12.
Young, isn't it?
She was still in her childhood.
Still not matured.
Still not matured enough to face life's misogeny.
Damn, she could feel her skirt being lifted up by a stranger.
A stranger who was not known now became a monster.
The younger 'her' was as afraid as hell
The RED SHORT SKIRT which was once her favourite now became the worst nightmare of her life.
She was frozen
She was shook
She was a girl now!
She was matured now!!
She did not know what to do-
There was nobody at her side
Afterall, she was just 12.
Young, isn't it?
YOU ARE READING
THE RED SHORT SKIRT👗
Poetrypoem not a story! a poem that describes the life of every girl!
