YES … WE RAPED HIM

He was new in the city;

His determination to achieve something made him gritty.

His family was solely dependent on him after his father’s death;

He set his foot outside his hometown without wasting his time in cursing his faith.

Getting a job in a renowned club thrilled his heart;

Unaware of the upcoming storm that would pierce him all over like a sharp dart.

That day it was Saturday and the Club was at its peak;

His manager asked him to deliver a bottle of whiskey at the corner of sneak.

Entering the sneaky corner, he found five lassies;

Enjoying to the fullest cheering their glasses.

One of them came near him;

For fun she unbuttoned his shirt, pushed him on the floor and asked him to swim.

He was confused and tried to escape from that room;

But they pulled him and enjoyed carving Cigarette burn marks all over his body which was a doom.

He was crying in pain;

They continued doing it again and again.

His hands and legs were tied;

He was lying on the bed as if something inside him died.

The bottle of whiskey which he brought;

Was feeling pity seeing his fraught.

One after one the heartless ladies took their forceful rides on him;

They didn’t show any mercy witnessing his grim.

Whole night they exploited him;

He was still and lack of scream.

When his mother fought to get justice after his suicide;

They said “Yes. We raped him.” with pride, justice was sold with bribe and thrown aside.