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Ayentika Sen

Tragedy

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Ayentika Sen

Tragedy

A Tormented Soul

A Tormented Soul

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The storm subsided, her soul torn into pieces,

She struggled to rise to her feet but was overpowered by weakness.

She fell upon the floor, bathed red in blood, her body cold and numb,

Tears rolled down her cheeks, she was overpowered by painful cramps.


She strived hard to gather the broken pieces, her fingers trembled with horror,

Every time it was pushed inside, it made her wonder,


She had been taught, as a child, about the beauty of life, never about its filth,

Yet it took her hardly a decade to realize it was but a myth.


Her soul struggled itself to free from the body soiled by lust,

Hatred was all that she had for her body, which she loathed at her very birth.


Shattered by the act of horror, the filth it brought along with,

Her soul blamed her body, that made her fall prey to a lustful gaze,

Was her birth as a girl her mistake? - Her body wondered in midst of a maze


Filled with deep disgust and agony, her soul made an escape,

To leave behind a weary body burdened with the identity of a victim of rape.


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