The agonizing truth

Victim or a survivor?

In vain, to ask her in vain
Pen is trying this adventurous strain
Still following this truth’s law
Attempting a character to draw
And that is why in the early dawn
Her beautiful picture should be drawn
It was a cold and windy night
When she ran away with all her might
Until she stumbled, she fell so hard
Not a man was there to guard
Her mind filled with thoughts, full of dread
While visions of the rape danced through his head
She screamed so loud, it happened in a flash
She couldn’t free herself from the sudden clash
He spoke not a word and went away
They said, ‘she was the one, that they pay’
‘She asked for it!’ , was his defence
He was too arrogant to see the offence
People asked her to forget about this
Her mother said the same, though with a kiss
She was so broken, suffered from inside
It can’t be undone, even though she tried
She felt so scared than ever before
Putting the night behind, too numb to open a new door
A girl is a prop, with which they play
Mould her in a way, as she’s made of clay
We hear another case, we ignore it too
Like from the past, it’s what we’ve been upto
Sounds back n’ forth, ‘she’s the maker of nation’
Chuckles, it has become a meer obligation
Time for a change, we keep on saying
But after the mishap, the victim is praying
Capture the smiling faces of your mothers
And play them in your mind while touching others
To paint these beauties, as they shine
Could get a more sensible pen than mine.
-Jagisha