Abysmal, that’s the life she leads;
In a filthy lane, is her ‘Abode’.
Beasts come knocking on her door,
Every day and every night,
To fulfill their carnivorous appetite !
Torn between vulnerability & defenselessness;
Mortified, she is of her own ‘Nakedness’.
The vultures dwelling inside men,
Brutally tears up her bruised mass
Before vanishing into thin air;
Completely unruffled by their ghastly act !
Disillusioned and cynical;
Life has turned her into a ‘Stone’, over the years.
Devoid of emotions, she is nothing but cold
And perhaps oblivious to the whole world !
Sitting in the dingy corner of her room;
Eyes fixed to the wobbling door
She trembles at the sight of another ‘Man’,
Who comes to unleash the beast in him !
Her incessant turmoil for a living;
Dreading infinite lust-filled eyes,
Beyond darkness & despair
Life for her is nothing but ‘Unfair’!!!
