One night it heavily rained
He heard a crying , but himself he restrained
Thinking , nothing he could have gained
While she was raped ,in sequence they claimed
Went home ,his family moved happily around
Had laugh with them , and he slept sound
While a foundation was laid for a burial ground
As in the city roamed, unleashed hounds
Next morning , the news spread
A raped girl has been found dead
“Justice” her family pled
As usual the hounds fled.
- Aryan Garg
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A RAPE
PoetryIt's a small poem based on never ending rapes in India. With bit of satire it focuses on the passive onlookers and how often the family of the victims suffer while the culprits are left to do such deeds again.
