in a nowhere land,
a dingy room,
with stinking bed-covers.
she lay sprawled
like a mattress
upon which anyone can trample.
before her stand
those brutal assassins.
a video-cam catches her eye.
she closes her eyes
to pray to her God.
to ask Him to stop this.
but nothing helps.
with utter animosity,
they rip her naked.
they all stand and laugh
like ogres, eyeing their helpless feast.
one by one they take chances
to murder her chastity.
the devastation isn't just physical.
she's sedated by her pain.
they don't even stop to consider.
what more? they record it all.
they upload it.
the mediums uncountable.
a case starts in the courts.
"where did they do?"
"how long did it last for?"
those are questions she cannot answer.
suddenly the whole world knows
wherever she goes, she's confronted.
the look in everybody's eyes
is akin to that of her killers.
nobody comes to her rescue.
nobody wraps her innocence.
instead they all rip her wounds again.
they make her feel naked
in full public glare,
yet again.
everybody becomes a lecher
she cannot run away from.
the case is lost.
the accused go scott free.
she's victimised,
yet again!
she is abandoned.
nobody is there without some motive.
what is Rape?
the real ordeal?
or the stabs afterwards?
she shuts her eyes yet again
to pray for the last time.
to ask her God
to atleast grant her death.
the blade of the knife.
the warmth of her blood.
the inevitable darkness.
the eternal rest.
the freedom from the body
that bore the wounds.
the journey to the hereafter
where the vultures won't
scathe her soul ever again....
