While they were gone
she was *****
he or they left her dead
her young life was torn
her small body was ruined
her flimsy body was shamed
her new life was shredded
her tiny body was stained
her puny body was ravaged
her life was gone
from them forever
while the were gone
while ask God Almighty
for strength in their faith
resolved and steadfastness
in the face of adversity
is this their answer
or is this the test
they've to suffer.

When you have felt inhuman,
such a long time,
in so many different ways
It's hard to be human again,
on the verge of impossible
I'm filled to the edge with grief,
let alone pain, will this ever end?
Is this my destiny, my only possibility?
Tell me now,
It's hard to be kept in the shade of my own existence

We both have feet to walk
We both have ears to hear
We both have mouths to talk
We both have skin to bare
We both have hair to shave
We both have nails to clip
We both have brains that make us brave
We both have tears to drip
Why is it that I feel so inhuman?
We both seem to have the same content
But you know i'd shed this body in an instant
It's like I'm some kind of alien
I know my eyes simply don't have that glint

Romance was a bullet to the temple, he may as well have been sentenced to death as he approached his gluttonous desire. He couldn't nearly last another day at this point, unquestionably desperate he gave in to the feeling.
Oh, the glory he felt as he held others in the palm of his hand.
The day he satisfied himself, he truly died, the day that not even god wanted to remember who he was.

Happy as you are
You're indulging carelessly
You aren't human

Money hungry
Describes our world
We destroy and harm
(Ourselves and the earth)
For pieces of paper
It's repulsive
A waste of human labor
We're meant to live
Not to sit at a desk
People forget there's more than this
9 to 5, working over time
Everyone's eyes looking beyond tired
Losing communication with one another
I'll smile and wave
Nowadays most people don't even bother
Kindness is embedded in me
Where did it go
Life is supposed to be so much more beautiful

The right to appropriate all that is within their view is what they believe they had. Without any remorse for who got hurt as they spouted on about something they knew nothing about. And If blood ran red white and blue, they're hearts would be as empty as their cause.
What a sad way to lose your humanity.

A mistake indeed,
That's what they called it.
Was it the burkha she wore?
Or that saree?
It was her fault completely.
Was it her clothing?
Or the fact that she was born?
How dare she board that bus
And travel along that lonely road.
**** was a consequence of leaving the house
Getting an education and being who you are.
From four to forty
No one they spared.
Their fault was that they existed
The ways of the human mind are twisted.
We go to our church, temple and dargah
But has disrespect for a woman,
Been taught by Quran, Bible or Veda?
It is time we take a stand,
Enough chances these men have had
It is time we said Beti Zindabad.

"Never heard her speak
aloud  like this"
her father said.
"Don't expect any answers"
ten pairs of eyes
looking daggers at her
in her college
implied.
teachers only award grades
never allow themselves
to be graded.
Ÿou are a breeze--yes, my girl
but keep your mouth shut.
and get appreciated that way
you remain nice, we'll patronize,
it's plain and simple, this works everywhere.
Bit by bit they were  teaching her
the way this world functions
"Don't expect an answer "
he said in a voice, ruder than that
she has never heard--what a change!
she watched with bated breath
him walking away briskly
flowers never came again.
all of them stood around her
with inscrutable expressions
on their faces.Strange
she thought, this can't happen
time doesn't converge like this
in a bleak white cell
is it here all *******
wish for a happy communion
with a frail hapless girl
without even taking in to
consideration, she is sick?
sick, sick, sick, like hell
to the core...