Even if it sounds cliche,
I will tell this.
I know,
You heard it ten times
But I will yell this.
She didn’t ask for it.
Did she?
She was thirteen
Fun, frolic and promises.
With hope abound
Filled with effervescence.
Very First time –
Those crude intrusive
Unwelcoming eyes
Pricked every essence of her.
The deeds of brazenness
didn’t stop there.
Only thrusted through acts
More lewd and outrageous.
Cat Calls and hoots,
Groping, stalking and abuse.
The years passed
Only names and faces changed.
Every step outside
Never felt normal,
But then with time
Even the wretchedness became natural.
How can her own body
Be the cause of offence!
The very frame
Which carries the soul
Under her skin,
And offers a living chance.
The soul which lays
Tattered and smothered
With years of untold hurts
And tainted reality that hovered.
The stained trust
In deep recess of her heart
will never be speckless.
For the want of
Dignity and Respect,
the battle continues regardless.
While the mind amends
For survival,
But the soul cries in disguise.
The Woman in her
now questions each and every eye.
Even if it sounds cliche
I will tell this.
I know,
You heard it ten times
But I will yell this.
