A little higher,
A little lower,
His touch covered every inch of my body,
I tried to cry out,
I tried to push him away,
And suddenly felt the urge to make a plea
I gave him a stern look,
And then threw his hand away,
But I guess he thought this would be fun,
I tried to create space between us,
Looked at others for help,
In the end I thought, maybe I should just run?
There was a huge crowd,
Hundreds all around
All waiting for movie stars to arrive,
And in a crowd filled with enthusiasm
With their excitement over the roof
I somehow felt a little less alive
I saw a lady nearby,
Who witnessed my struggle,
And I suddenly became really hopeful,
But when she took hold of her daughter
And merely looked the other away,
Shock and disappointment, is all my heart was of full
Once home I doubted my outfit,
Maybe my top was too sexy
And the length of my shorts questionable
And I guess it’s awful that we’re surrounded by such hounds
But what’s even worse, is that society today,
Considers such tales, to be absolutely normal
On my return I took an incredibly long bath,
And regretted my decision of stepping out
But then my mind started to really wonder,
Shouldn’t I have had rather, given the old scumbag, a swift clout?
I move about freely even today,
With sparkle in my eyes,
And a bundle of hope in my heart
And I guess it’s because
My present fearless self feels,
That I’ve definitely, survived the worst possible part.
By Neeti Oberoi
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