The red bloodshot eyes bore its gaze into mine...
My rejection was rejected as he approached me ...
My words were unheeded, my pleas unheard!
He never bothered to listen while in pain I shuddered!
My voice broke and I choked on tears,
Yet he remained unmoved and I trembled in fear!
His hands touched me hither tither,
While he brought my body and his closer.
I screamed in protest again...
My voice resonating about in the room,
And I knew then that what awaited me was my doom.
I begged for mercy for him to let me go...
But my screams without any effect simply echoed;
His hands tore away the clothes my body had on,
I tried protecting my body from his gaze,
But he was turned on!
He trapped me ,underneath his massive frame,
And I knew what was his aim.
He wanted to claim my body for his pleasure and desire,
He started stripping off his own attire!
I writhed and struggled so I could evade the inevitable,
But his physical strength surpassed mine!
My remonstrance failed to protect me...
As my body felt numb after what he did.
He took me against my will!
Used me for pleasure and my dignity was killed!

I convulsed through pain, emotional and physical...
My own screams echo in my eardrums!
I suffered even long after the crime was done...
I even gave birth to an unwanted son.
I carried the nightmare in my mind and my womb...
The trauma I would have to carry all the way to my tomb!
The society despised me and called me a whore,
The life I would have weaved for myself was utterly torn!
The child I gave birth to, died soon after...
I never got to find happiness in his laughter.

My world shattered the day he violated me,
Because my protests did not make him set me free!
I am pitied as a rape victim each day that I live,
People look down at me...
The crime was committed against myself...
Yet I am treated as the delinquent!
The man who killed me alive lives in peace...
While I carry the weight of my own agony.

I have decided to strengthen myself now...
Scream and protest for the rest of the world!
There are thousands who concede their despair ,
Their hearts and minds broken beyond repair!
All because our echoing screams of protest failed to move
The barbarians who got us ruined!

I cannot alter my past even if I try,
Instead I should move on mightily obliviating my cries...
The tears that I shed have dried up now
And I shall be vehement, that's a vow!

-Shubhadittya Roy
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