Long back , I was a victim too ,
Days passed by , Sun rose , Sun did set ,
People held me , People went by ,
Some were pure love , some were lust for obvious .
I am being thrown , I am being lifted up ,
I feel happy , not very long and soon to realise ,
To be thrown again , from a greater height than before ,
Some were pure lust , some were even worse .
I know not , why is it a curse being me ,
Why was I gifted , with a girl in me ?
Why my gift was and is or will forever be a curse , indeed ?
Why , am I touched not in a manner of grace , I feel ?
Why were some from my family and some even closer .
I am glad , I woke up this morning ,
I am glad I smiled for a moment ,
I am glad for everything , in routine ,
I am glad not anymore , that happens all again ,
I am afraid now to trust , souls around me ,
Because , some were still negligible , some were hell of ’em .
What worries me ? Still did you not get ?
What can worry a girl , a woman , a lady worse ?
What can be bitter than her respect being touched ?
What can be uglier than the ugliest crime ?
What can be darker than a physical violence ?
Should I not feel bad ? just because ,
Some are blood I know , some are the blood I should have known .
I begin from top to bottom , I can speak of it now ,
I will begin , I know I have been a victim for quite a while ,
I know , I need to stop from the root itself ,
I know , they are it , I can recognize ’em even in the least of light ,
Because , some have crossed the limit , some are on their way .
I have a face , I have a mirror ,
I can see myself , I can see my memories ,
The ugly and the bitter ones , the lovely and cuddling loves , too ,
But what happened today ….. what made it worse ? when ,
Some were next to me , some kept on touching me .
That ugly villain , perhaps in my family ,
I speak not , just to avoid any mis-happening ,
I love my father , I love my mother , I love their smiles ,
I cannot afford to put ’em to pause , just because ,
He touched me , stared me ,
Some close to my wrist , some down my knees .
I know , he waited for the signal , I never gave ,
He waited , for a chance , I never ever dreamt of ,
He kept on doing that , he kept on spoofing ,
He felt , I am a mad to accept all of it ,
I wish he knew , I wish I could tell ,
I love a few smile so much , that I dare not speak of it(villain) ,
Because , some are very dear , some even better .
I sat with my usual covered dressing ,
I know , I do not any disgrace to provoke anyone ,
He still stared at the bossom covered ,
He raped me with eyes , I wish I could spray ,
The pepper , if I had ,
He kept dancing his fingers close to the parts , I call private ,
He kept raping , without penetrating ,
I wish , I had a rod , I could hit him with ,
But poor me , I dare not do it ,
Because , some(just him) were villain , some were my heros(parents) .
I told this to an author , I knew not he would write this long ,
I knew not , I would read it ,
I beg you all , pray for me ,
I beg you girls , be not as helpless as me ,
I beg you be criminals than being victims ,
This is what this , noble author said to me 🙂
This is what this good friend said to me .
– Bharath R Rao , the virtual witness