Down a jagged path she walks,
Upon a crooked lane, when
Something pulls at her arm,
Teasing her, horde of men.
She goes harassed, back to her house
In her little peaceful den
When what comes but to her mind--
That rowdy horde of men.
Now afraid, now detesting,
Now she feels surprise;
Sudden burst of anguish felt,
Suddenly she cries.
She recalls a shallow laugh,
Eyes full of shallow lust--
How life of shame was cast on her--
Each moment a disgust.
Shame she feels, but then those
That should be ones to cry,
Instead laugh and laugh again--
Drink their glasses dry.
Of shame, of angst or shame again
Shall this be her thing to dwell upon
She asks, and tries to figure out
"What if from hence I'm gone?"
Then she feels the coldest chill,
Running down her spine,
"Why must I ever give up myself
Or let go of what is mine?"
"Why must I be the one alway
To take this bitter pill?
Must not those that dole it out
Find too their fairer fill?"
Be that be and then I will
Hold myself my hand
A faintest breeze brushes past her,
She now will keep her stand...
Copyright © Akash Yadav | Year Posted 2015