That moment when you were all over me;
Your brutal hands tore my garment into pieces of rags.
The perfume I wore evaporated,
And I did smell like your ****** sweat.

Those filthy parts of your body;
Touched me here and there.
I wailed for help but nobody cared!
Instead chose howl, whistle and watch the fun.

Once you quenched your thirst,
You left me on the coarse ground like a ***** linen.
My body grieved with sorrow for those pieces of glass
You threw, pierced me each second.

Now when I stand here in this Court of Law;
Only as a witness and not worthy enough to be called a victim!
They ask me awful questions-
“Do you remember his face?”

Oh! That dreadful face how can I even forget?
But my mouth was shut, it chose silence.
While my eyes narrated the entire nightmare!
For the ears assembled resisted to listen.

Reluctantly after a pause I whispered,
“Yes, I failed to see his face, that ***** face”
Giggles echoed in the room and traveled to my ears,
But only your laughter rang in my ears.

I turned my eyes towards the Law Goddess,
By the power of your money she was blind folded.
And in imparting justice to thousands of her daughters she failed.
She even didn’t bother to utter the words of condolence, ashamed.

As I walked up to my seat, your ugly face flashed through my eyes.
I ignored the flashbacks and convinced myself;
No woman becomes impure if bitten by a mad dog!
While those faces that were having fun then, celebrated your victory.

With a hysterical smile and a ray of hope;
I set out on my new journey, a way towards success.
With the confidence that I would achieve it,
My eyes did glare with a strange kind of sparkle.

In all my nightmares your harsh face followed me,
The face that craved for ****** pleasure and spoilt my dreams.
And today I stand boldly in the court, to answer the unanswered question
“Do you even remember his face?”