BLEEDING SOUL

In the darkest corner

Of well known room

She sat hiding face

In strangers brood

 

Single flickering light

Hurting her eyes

Bloodshot colored

By deep cries

 

Stoned to every emotion

Gone deaf to every wail

Dumb to react anyway

How her dignity passed away?

 

It’s all her talk

On that idiot box

Without mentioning her name

Tearing her to shame

 

Debates and discussions

On her status quo

These so called saviors

Are playing blame game

 

She became a topic

To raise gross profit

For the revealers

Of her tragedy

 

Culprit ripped her clothes

In the darkness of night

Liberators tearing her soul

In broad day light

 

Whatever the reason

And whatever the stand

She became the victim

At everyone’s hand………..

 

© ANKITA CHATURVEDI

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