Hey readers, really sorry for being unavailable for so long. Went a little off course due to the never ending avarice of worldly things.
Well, now that I'm back, I just wanted to share a Rap/Poem I had written a while ago after hearing constant news of rape victims in our country on media. Once I decided to pick up the pen again, I started understanding the psychology of such victims through various articles. I didn't want to refer to news channel interviews because these interviews are altered and exaggerated to an elephantine level in thirst of TRP for these channels. So here is my writeup on the plight of rape victims.
Plus, sorry again for being absent, I know I deserve shit for that.
MISERY IN THE STREETS
She would scream, she would cry, she would always reminiscence
Hoping those days are back when she was a princess
For her mom, for her dad, for her protective brother.
But now all of this is fading as she's only left in the gutter
Of misery and pain. It can drive her insane,
Every other while she keeps thinking if it is a bane
To be born with a vagina, sacrificing and keep on tryina'
Keep everyone happy but what about your own peace of mind "Uh,
it's just a minor issue, deal with it and live with it."
Every hope's shattered as these words come from her mother's lips,
So she agrees and complies, smothering inside,
When it gets too much to bear for her she commits suicide.
And we let it pass, just another cruel demise,
But inside everyone knows that it's a homicide.
The guy who raped her is roaming free and plain,
Just because her mother was scared to file a complaint.
Scared of society, scared of us double faced bastards.
Now the only thing on her mind is her daughter's casket.
And all we do is sit like cowards and fags,
Showing contempt on social networks with fatuous hash tags,
But the real plight isn't there so stop the posts and tweets.
Step out like real men and witness Misery in the Streets.