The Out-Raged

By Shreya Ghosh

She was almost drenched in her crimson tide: Although, apparently able to convince herself,

the trauma she underwent to save her dignity.

Still she held her hopes high.

Squeezed by the hands of negativity.

Hardly in her 16,

had hair curled up to her shoulders,

that almost covered her face.

Voiceless since birth,

through the systole & diastole,

she could barely handle the left overs on here shape.

On the frontier of adulthood,

a perplexion of emotions & secretion of hormones,

added an impulse to her anxiety.

Trying to hide from societal eyes,

She was begging pardon to the almighty.

After all, the 1st century of the 3rd millennium, was all set for her holy cremation!

For the sacrifice she bestowed upon mankind,

Will she get a place amongst the home-sapiens?

By Shreya Ghosh