She was on her way back to her home.
The narrow lane which leads to her
House was dark and daunting
But beautiful and quite.
She was humming some tune and
Was as blissful as usual.
All of the sudden someone seized
Her hands, and threw her into dark.
She couldn’t see his face,
But she was scared as hell.
She pleaded for mercy
He tore her cloths in return.
He ripped off her heart and crushed
Her soul into pieces.
She was panting, weeping and bleeding
Like a wounded beast.
And at the end , she was lying on the ground,
Just like another broken doll.
She was no longer the angelic girl
You once met.
You woke the demon inside her.
Her eyes carried the fire to burn anything
World taught her to fear the ‘monsters’
But little did she knew that monsters
Hid inside humans.
You didn’t broke her ‘monster’
Cause she is a woman,
Cause she is a survivor.
By Aiswarya pullat, India