An Ode to a Gruesome Society
She was struggling with her dresses and dignity
when a lunatic one driven by cruel libido,
was trying to destroy her sanctity.
The members of her clan in that vicinity
choose to keep mum
as they thought it was just because of her fashion priority.
A lady, who choose to balance between family and work,
was stopped from doing so by a libidinous jerk.
No one cared to stand by her,
in the fear of facing lethal attack.
In a misty morning , a cold body of a whore,
was lied on street's pitch floor.
Scars were proving clear it was because of lust
But, each one there were vowed to accuse her past.
The streets and landmarks are tired of candle vigil.
Such grotesque things have nothing to do in this raw deal.
Self-confidence has only the power to heal
as we have adopted by-standing during violence as a lifestyle skill.