Seated in a train, I was
Peeping out the window,
My seven-year-old self, engrossed
In the sights of mountains and meadow
Everything turned to gloom, all of a sudden
No more lush sceneries,
As the man seated next reached and touched me
Where it should not be touched
Looked into his eyes, oh yes I did
As old as my father, he was,
His eyes glanced at my knee-length frock
As if to say, “See, you asked for it”
Travelling in a bus, I was
Standing, staring at my phone,
My thirteen-year-old self, engrossed
In the teenage thoughts of my own
Suddenly my mind went numb
Frozen, scared, I had become,
Something pressing against me, I felt
Being again unkind, was the world I dwelt
I cried, turning around, and saw a tall guy
Everyone else just turned a blind eye,
He looked at my pants as if to transmit
The familiar message of, “See, you asked for it”
Alone in my home, I was
My seventeen-year-old self,
In came my very own uncle
Who had dropped by himself
Casually we talked for an hour
His gaze got lustful too,
Suddenly he raised my gown
And did what he should not do
I screamed, but nobody heard
Or pretended that they didn’t hear,
My dreams of love, matrimony was gone
As I slowly got impure
Then he got up and, wrapped his hands
Tightly around my neck, brute strength;
Shouted, “See, you asked for it”
Pointing at my frock, that stood at ankle-length
I couldn’t breathe, as he tightened his grip
I wasn’t afraid to die, I admit,
I took one final breath, looked at his eyes, and said
“No, I did not ask for it…”
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