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Mar 2018
Stay Away!
Torn clothes and swollen eyes,
Messy hair and silent cries.
She kept on shrieking all that while,
But no one saved her from that heinous crime.

Yes, you got that right- she was *****!
Oops! I'm sorry but she told me she couldn't disclose their names.
Each one of those cruel monsters,
Kept on scratching and licking her body like that of a lobster's.

Wondering who that girl was, right?
What would come over you if I tell you it was me- sympathy, hatred or fright?
But alas! I can't name just one girl out of this lot,
But even if I'm ready to fight, would the society accept or let me live with peace, the answer is simple- No, they'll NOT!

Even if I keep their identities no more un-named,
People might beat them up or send them to jail,
But after a while my clothes would be judged,
They’d all forget my pain and I’d just get blamed.

“Every girl, everywhere needs to watch out!”
That’s what they say whenever we step out.
But just ask yourself, have you ever instructed your sons to stop staring or play those stupid eve-teasing games?
Because there’s where it all starts from the idea of planning rapes…

You, being a man might never know this,
But I know, the amount of pain a woman suffers, which you fail to notice.
Every girl gets *****, in some way or another,
What’s wrong in staring right? It’s just another form of a friendly gesture.

But, gestures don’t seem friendly,
When your eyes pierce mine.
But you never look away instead, you wink proudly,
With a wicked smile.

I agree you never touched me,
But that look in your eyes scares me to death mentally.
I know you never ****** me up,
But just that action you did by pulling your zipper up,
Was enough for me to choke myself up.

I know you’ve an excuse ready to defend yourself,
Advise me to dress properly, and cover myself?
If that’s the problem as you all say,
Then why did it happen to the girl in a cloak the other day?

And if you still feel like you were just having fun like any usual day,
Then how’d you feel if, someone looks at your sister in that way?

I might not know what *** feels like,
But I surely know the intensity of the pain you wanted to induce in me at that point of time.

I wouldn’t say stop your feelings and never confess or come forward to say,
But, if she says “No” in any way,
The best way for you would just be to- Stay Away!
**** is not just a crime it's a sign of inhumanity. **** is not just to the body, but, to the soul, mind, character, reputation as well as self respect of the person.
Written by
Khyati Pareek  17/F/India- NCR
(17/F/India- NCR)   
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