Unspoken Reality

I was walking alone late at night and felt something from behind..

There were those arms holding, to keep me bind.

I felt the darkness inside, with nobody on my sight..

Then I gain all my insight and pushed it hard to fight..

But got stuck with the hope of trying..

There was fear and vain in my tears...

I screamed with all my senses, but there was no one to hear..

An hour later I just woke up thinking, was it a bad dream?

But found nothing but ME..

Roadside near the lane,

Naked in pain, locked in chains..

Was it my fault?

Was my kurta too short?

Did I give the hint?

Did I forget to cover?

What goes wrong?

Being a woman?

It is not about Me or my pride..

It is about thousands of girls who are unsafe and choose to hide...

It is not about the reason that made it happen...

It is about the trust and justice that is broken...

It is not about how strong or bold you are...

It is about the action that trapped her in fear....

It is not about what people think...

It is about the wound that made her shrink...

It is not about marching around...

It is about the culture that keep her bound...

It is not about today or tomorrow...

It is about every single minute of sorrow...

It is not about Us...

It is about every victim that left Us...