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Tears of blood

[The poem is written as a tribute and encouragement to the unfortunate rape victims of the society who are fighting every day to live with dignity. This poem is published in Read In Park]

Never had known pain, As I do now… Never knew what grief is, But I do now…
When the morning sun knocks on my window, I weep silently recalling that loathsome night, When the rays fall on my wet pillow, I wail in self pity ending another sleepless night.
Every morning I look into the mirror To see the detested face, Robbed, touched, raped, I now loathe my every single trace.
I had begged for help, Had cried for mercy, But no one took a single step, That night to rescue me
They jeered at my pain, Laughed at my plight, “Men” they called themselves Those beasts of that night
The fear that arouse in me, I fear it may bring my death Growing day by day, It questions my each breath
The bruises on my face will heal, But the trauma evoked The scars on my heart Might take forever to be cured
I refuse to touch m…