i was

Today was a lazy day for me; maybe the knocking periods at the door or persistent rains in the city . So i decided to go through my 3/4 year old poetries( or you can say my beginning era).

 Rape culture had hit my mind very harshly back then so i used to write a lot of poems over rapes , crimes against women and children and child labour. And i tried to recall the pain the victim could feel, although it's never ever understandable. 

I know level wouldn't upto today's mark. 

But anyways, i gathered courage and wrote it up and put this on my blogspot. 

I am silent not mute,

For people, i must not be acute .

As i was pained,

No regard seems to be gained.

As then Fear made me crinckle,

My drowned hopes wanted to sprinkle.

As my legs were roped ,

Yet trying to steal , they firmly coped.

As a touch changed my virginity,

My thoughts began losing positivity.

As humans revealed their originals,

Calling themselves men, they're rascals.

As i was naked ,

I was raped.

-Chetna