Keeping inside was not out of choice
Numb, as if deprived of voice
Restraining herself from the recall of the most dreary night she had come across,
Even had burnt those clothes off
Sad how some blamed her dress
And some the booze that got her loose,
Shame how he had never to face those eyes
All he brought up, were lies
Countless stares , Occasional touches
Sometimes in garage, sometimes behind the bushes
Every time she cringed in pain and yelped
Yet no one came forward and helped
Understood crying in pain won’t help escape this maze
With challenge and defiance in her gaze ,
That day she had put up one good fight
And after an aeon , things felt right !
Wishing no one goes through the same plight,
She became the beacon of light!
-DRISHTI DUDEJA
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