Stains of shame
"I entered the bus, full and crowded,
Wearing a white kurta, pure and unblemished.
But when I got off, it was stained red,
Without consent, my dignity was shed.
I walked to the store, trying to escape,
But the red spread, a constant ache.
Inside the store, it grew even more,
A reminder of the pain I couldn't ignore.
I took an auto, trying to find solace,
But the driver's eyes, they kept on watching me,
Popping through the mirror, a gaze so bold,
Making me feel vulnerable, young and old.
I finally reached home, seeking refuge and peace,
But the red followed, a constant release.
Where am I safe? Where can I hide?
From the pain, the shame, the tears I've cried?"
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