Virgin Soul

When forced to be used, 

She becomes helpless.

Her soul craves for hope

But all tears turn senseless

Her day is spent in a small room

filled with used condoms and rotten sperms
 
Can't beg for happiness because
 
She couldn't live with her terms

Those shattered dreams,

Those destroyed hopes,

That split smile,

Made her a dead soul.

She isn't a human for the society

Our 'society' says,

"She asks her almighty,

What was her mistake ?"

For people's pleasure
 
She dies every day

But she wants to live

Which she couldn't say.

No, she isn't dirty,

She isn't ill blooded,

Respect, which she deserves

A small hope she preserves.

Gift her a happy face

If you think for humanity!