“The Blame Game”

By Neeti Banga

Its grim. Its sad.

The outlook . the thought.

The feelings about women..

Some devilish minds have got..

Made an effort—tried to enter their devilish mind

And here is what..I actually did find..

“She partied late nights

It’s not my fault

Her dress was too tight

It’s not my fault

Drank wine after wine

It’s not my fault

Her red lipstick was so divine

It’s not my fault

Her clothes were too short

It’s not my fault

Her top was so hot

It’s not my fault

I wanted her. Needed her. I couldn’t control..

My devilish lust took over my body and soul

So what I raped her?

It’s not my crime, my tragedy

She was born as a woman

Its all “Her Fault “you see….”

Wake up World ! Open your eyes

It’s high time we all realize

Shes a woman..she’s a human..

With Dignity let her live

No more Blame games..

Just find some love to give..

By Neeti Banga