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Nov 2017
On a lovely morning, I stand on the bus stop
Amidst the traffic running non stop
Mumbling my presentation which was due
Our eyes met and yes it was you
Your sight reminded me of our fight
When I had resisted your advancements last night
As i take a step back unsure of your foul intentions
I sensed a splash and pain
Was it Acid on my face?
I cried as I burnt
You feel so proud to see me melt
The pain makes me exhausted
I feel helpless as you leave me distorted...

On a beautiful evening, I walk on a street
I look so neat in a shirt and my new Jeans
You came from the other side of the road
You pinch me hard as you slowed
You whistled, you giggled
Your devilicious stare
Make my skin look bare
I am frozen , I am numb
I lower down my face with anguish as I hurriedly paced.

It was a dark night when I came out of my house
To get some urgent medicines for my spouse
Wish the darkness could convey
That you were hiding in the corner waiting for your prey
You grab my waist, you twitch my wrist
I yelled I begged
Not even your hands on my lips could silence my screams
I trembled with pain
As you came inside me again and again
Exhausted and satisfied you roarΒ Β cheer
You kicked me as you have won this battle
And left me besides my broken medicine bottlle.

Its not the sunrise,its not the sunset
Its not about if we have ever met
Its not my age
Its not my face
Then what it is all about??
Its about you and your insanity
Neha Srivastava
Written by
Neha Srivastava  F/Noida
(F/Noida)   
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