She bows down her head
As she walks on the road,
To hide from all rubbish talks
Every time a concealed face she showed.

Her heart cries
Listening to the chit-chat against her,
And throat dries
Hearing all blaming whisper.

Look at the one
Who was entangled in the crime,
Even if it happened with her permission
She destroyed her uncle’s life

As she steps into the market
The roadside boys point at her,
They look her in lusty eyes
Sharing common mockery laughter.

She rushes into the Auto
Covering her palms on the chest,
To protect herself from devils again
And to peacefully rest.

The biased society thinks
It’s correct to treat her like dirt,
As she has been raped by people
She might be draping a naked mini skirt.

She feels everything has ended
And she will no longer feel joy,
She is spat upon by people always
For making friendship with a boy.

She falls over the nearby bench
Throwing her all accessories down,
I can not bear it anymore
She screams and cries aloud.

She comes back to her home
From the reckless world outside,
She feels so sad for herself
And decides leaving this world is right.

•Haripriya