By Vibha Verma
On way back home her spirits were high;
So young and bubbly, she was full of life.
She worked hard all day,
though tired she smiled.
Looking forward to relax,
by her parents side.
Passing through an alley,
she got cornered by pervs;
Hearing snide remarks,
on edge were her nerves.
Grabbing, assaulting,
they shamelessly jeered;
Her tormented cries
fell on deaf ears.
Disgusted, disrobed,
she was left there to bleed;
The vultures disguised,
have had their feed.
Her lifeless eyes are still open wide;
For "being a Woman," she paid a price.
Now don't march with candles,
don't show fake outrage.
Bring the culprits to justice,
if u truly care.
If you want the change,
then first be the change.
Start with teaching your sons,
how real men behave.
Awesome……👌
I literally had Goosebumps while reading through this, So genuine and heartfelt. Warm hugs to you!