You tore her apart for your own joy,
Her soul lies vacant and fragile,
Yet she faces the axe for getting raped,
As no case can be filed.
You still roam around and live your life
While she carries a perennial pain,
Who gave you the right to commit such a heinous crime,
And leave her miserably “ insane? “
Unfortunately the past cannot be altered but we can certainly look for a brighter future.
I hope one day, there will be no stare,
I hope one day no one will care,
Whether the fabric is short or long,
Visible stuffed-bra or thong ?
Whether a mini skirt, or a cloak,
Clothes aren't right or wrong,
It's your mind, facing a deadlock.
I hope one day, no news of rape
I hope one day, no obscene tape
Is it so hard to achieve
A world  free of harassment and eve- tease?

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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