How dare you touch her?
I don’t recall an invitation…
I don’t remember a sign,
That told you to help yourself,
And that she would just resign
To her fate written by your lust.
How dare you defile an angel?
You miserable low – life scum.
I don’t remember giving you the right
To rob her of safety,
To scar her with fright,
That haunts her now, every time a man walks by.
How dare you walk away?
Like nothing even happened…
As her voice cannot escape,
Because you thought, “Why not?”
Because you needn’t fear a consequence
That stems from action on a filthy thought.
How dare you shake her strength?
In a pathetic attempt to bask in the revelry
Of the satisfaction of a carnal need.
She is stronger than you make her feel.
You are not worthy of her doubt,
But you’re the reason she thinks twice before she goes out.
Note: [Picture Source: The Indian Express]