With my eyes closed,
I'm not the same person,
The feelings in my heart have defused,
I feel used and abused.
I've forgotten the good touch,
People degrading me doesn't matter me much.
Mother says there's something wrong with my moons,
The day of my birth wasn't a boon.
But, where was she when he sent me to the people everyone calls to be wretched!?
They pulled me away from her; arms, legs, clothes, everything stretched.
It hurt the first time, mentally and physically,
This would come to an end; there wasn't any possibility!
To flee, I tried;
They hit me hard; their 'patience' is what I'd tried!
My child, he's thrown to curses,
He doesn't know the ethical verses.
I don't know whom he resembles,
The details of those men, my brain doesn't want to assemble.
The world thinks I've lost my virtue,
But, it's untrue,
Practical knowledge is what they need to pursue!
That day was their fault,
But it brought my life to a halt!
Though everyone seems to be alarmed,
But I'm as 'guilty as charged'.