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 myself now,

I fear to go out,

I deny myself food and clothes

I wail my heart out

To forget whatever happened,

 I try each day

But the memories enliven

And I fail every single day

I wonder if I get to live

A normal life like the others

Without questions or doubts

Nor sympathy from others

Withal, I fight back my tears,

And hold my head high

As the one who should be ashamed

Are those beasts  of that night.