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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 ...