Rape

By Arvind Khadse

In a big beautiful park,

Amongst the tall trees,

Lived a garden of roses,

Dancing in light breeze,

A bud was growing slowly,

At one end of the tree,

There were thorns on the branches,

To protect from enemy,

The gardener was very happy,

Took special care of me.

He watered my roots daily,

Kept weeds away from me.

I started opening slowly,

Too prominent in the scene.

My sepals could not hide bosoms,

Full carpels from being seen,

My beauty started flowing,

Felt the pleasures to enjoy.

Evils eyes were watching from distance,

To pluck me and destroy,

From a bud to a flower,

As I felt my beauty grow,

My petals started blooming,

Looked like inverted gown flow,

The radiance of my skin,

Started to shine and glow,

Made me feel too proud,

For the attention I could store,

In few days I would be crowned,

As the princess of the park,

I was happy and excited,

To see my beauty spark,

It was dark and lonely night,

The sky had no moonlight,

In Haste gardener latched the gate,

Forgot to lock it right,

Everyone was dead sleeping,

In exhaustion of daylight,

I heard the park gate cracking,

Past opening in mid night,

Soft footsteps were approaching,

Slowly walking towards me,

I could not see their faces,

Only white eyes were surrounding me,

Before I could scream for help,

They drugged me with a dope,

They groped my hands and neck,

And tied them tightly with a rope,

I tried to fight and run,

But their grip was too strong.

They pinned me down on ground,

And sang their evil song,

Laying half naked unconscious,

I could witness my misery.

Evil hands over my body,

Hungry wolves ready to tear me,

Hurriedly they started shredding,

My princess gown apart,

Biteing on half grown bosoms,

Spreading my legs apart,

They stormed and started plucking,

My every petal in turn.

The force was too painful,

As it ripped my pelvic nerve,

With evil laughter and pleasure,

In pain they left me alone,

Not a single petal on my body,

That would cover my broken bone,

I was shivering with frost cold,

When they left me naked to die.

With fresh wounds open bleeding,

I knew it was difficult to survive,

I crawled myself further,

My legs could not fully stretch,

I was raped to the core,

By some hungry evil Wretch,

Next day the press arrived,

Police registered my case,

Sitting quietly in hospital corner,

I was looked as if disgraced,

Questions were fired at me,

Raping me everytime,

Even young doctors enjoyed studying,

Watching the spectacle of crime,

The victim was proven guilty,

For exposing her veil,

The criminal were sent Scot free,

For their innocence earned them bail,

The gardner was equally guilty,

For selling his soul for few dimes,

He was the real culprit,

An equal partner in this crime,

Law and order in our country,

Is a dead rotten tree,

Innocent women are raped daily,

Whether she's single, married or free,

Is it crime to be a woman,

Who is beautiful and carefree.

Always living in constant fear,

That danger is haunting spree,

This incident of rape,

Has left an everlasting scar.

For two minute of fun,

They've killed an emerging star,

Bigoted men forget,

When they treat women like toast.

Without girls or women around,

They are just loose hanging lamp posts.

By Arvind Khadse