Was It Her Fault ?

She was going as always 

In her own calibrate 

It was worrying

And it was a little late

Sometimes bus , sometimes train's lethargy 

Sometimes it used to rain

Trying to reach home early

As today it's too late 

 Without stopping anywhere, moving on

But her footsteps slowed down at one place

There were a group of four - five boys

Standing at the next nook and amusing 

Seeing a lonely girl their intention changed

She observed their expressions with fear 

As they moved front , she moved back 

Stumbled and fell over a stone

Surrounded by boys

She fell, she cried, she begged 

But she got no mercy

Her painful scream broke the silence

Humanity got contrite as every time 

Frightening view and the darkest night 

What was her fault?

That she got punished

Her esteem was on stake 

That she had to go through this phase.