I had never met outrageous men,
Till the time I saw them.
Their touches were uncomfortable,
And I could hear their brutal laughs every now and then.
They told me if I scream,
They’ll give me more pain.
Each one of them was talking ungraciously about me,
And I was contemplating whether they have any shame?
After a few weeks, I finally ran away,
Still I used to dream about this incident whole night and day.
Committing suicide was the only way left,
I had also started possessing over death.
On one hand men worship us,
On the other hand they call us by aweless names.
Are we females even valued,
Or are our lives equivalent to games?
Ksanjaya Chana -
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