VOICE OF A RAPED GIRL

I have nothing to say,

No where to go,

No one to hear me cry,

No one to wipe my tears ,

Because they say "I AM IMPURE".

I was worshipped during festivals,

and I had also tied sacred threads,

I was considered worthy of standing in front of GOD,

But today they say that I am a CURSE for my family.

If you remember I had stood for you, a hundred times.

If you remember I had prepared food for Gods which was made as an offering,

So why am I left alone today .

Isn't it your responsibility to stand with me too?

But whom should I ask?

whom should I complain?

As there is no human left.