The maiden is naked,
as the vicious devils tear her soul in pieces,
She has been raped,
and now we know how she is going to be treated.
She has lost her confidence,
Still she has gone to lodge a complaint,
But everyone sees her with such disgust,
As if its she who is to be blamed.
The memory is now a horrid thought,
and it kills her a little more everytime she thinks of it,
Nobody is coming to her rescue,
Soon, she'll become a masochist.
But she's strong, she doesn't give up,
She is trying to move forth with tiny steps,
But our society is just to fatuous to get it,
I wonder if anyone ever will see her distress.
There she is again, at the police station,
Its hard for her to take the strain,
Describing the incident that happened with her,
she feels like being raped all over again.
she cannot see the world like she did before,
the world will not see her the way it did before,
Fear runs through her spine as she touches herself,
I know she would not be the same girl anymore.
We keep on socially undressing her,
For we just cant let her nightmare fade,
and when it happens with someone we love,
We all are seen at the India Gate to raise a crusade.
I don't know what will happen with the rapists,
but they say that the night is darkest before the dawn,
Al I know is that the maiden still feels naked,
Even after she has put her clothes back on.