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MRIDULA GUPTA

Tragedy

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MRIDULA GUPTA

Tragedy

Unforgetable

Unforgetable

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Still remembering that night gave her chills,

To overcome that nightmare she took every possible pill.

She was captivated by the catatonic state,

And the society tagged this as, 'its all your fault, it's all your fate.'


No one ever really bothered to ask,

Who actually was hiding behind that bloody mask?

Who was that someone, who was planning all these filthy actions?

Was he the one with whom she really didn't like the interactions?

Or was he the one who said, he had love at first sight on their first meet.


That day, that bloody masked man at first was really, really sweet.

What did actually happen that day is just between him and her,

She would be petrified whenever that incident was murmured.

That night, at the mask party he somehow managed to get her drunk,

Lowered her out of the party where he treated her as junk. 


It was all quiet all around,

And his ravishment had no bound.

He molested her in every way he could,

For those some trespassers who turned back on her, everything there seemed all fine and good,

He tore off all her clothes, leaving her naked that night on the street.


Making her prey for other street games to feed.

As predicted, many unfaithful bodies preyed on her,

It was a devastating memory that she wanted to blur.

After all this, all she had were sleepless nights,

Those were some unforgettable memories that she no longer could fight.


Everyone who heard of this incident treated her as if she was a whore,

This pressure was something that she could not take anymore.

Then all she wanted was to take her life,

She found no reason to revive.

She was a girl very very brave,

My Heart and soul stare at her grave,

My Heart and soul stare at her grave.


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