(dedicated to rape victims)
My fragrance had no parallel
beauty sublime
petals soft and shy
and colorful than the most beautiful butterfly
other flowers also were around
no one matched my youth on that ground
darling I was of all
Young, old, big or small.
Drones and bees tried their best
To come near, taste my honey
but failed the test
I had a prince in my heart
who would complete
my incomplete part
Then an ugly hand hovered on
Plucked me apart with one stroke
I could not even cry and moan
An ugly iron pin tore into me
Muted I cried
but no one could see
Hung together with some flowers above the land
They called it an honour garland
I was hung on the man's stage
Where music happened
And dramas were played
I bled and struggled for breath
They whistled and clapped
much before their show was over
I bled and dried up there, dead , ugly
a victim of the mighty and their greed
with not a single drop left
To bleed…..
(by jupinderjit)
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