A day with drizzling drops,

She went out for her crops,

Asked her mother to go rest and stop,

A sudden hop in the field,

she ignored as it's her place her shield,

They were all known,

She was in conflict,

When she was grabbed n thrown,

So hardly she was hit ,

She just couldn't predict,

Screaming loud she tried to sit,

Stripped and ripped,

her tongue was slit,

Body was bruised,

and tore her legs split.

Then begun the night mare,

Holded her hands and her hair,

She kept on praying and begging without a tongue ,

All those monsters were smirking

with their weapon that hung,

Threatened her to keep her lips clipped,

Thursted her in front and flipped,

The four demons then zipped ,

One among them bend for the last peck,

She resisted,cried and slipped,

A dupatta was tied around her neck

Left her to die as nobody to check

To be flowering bud was in blood

Wrecked are the bones in that mud

Paralysed ,hospitalised, a broken spine

She stepped out of her THRESHOLD

So she had to pay the fine!
She stepped out of her THRESHOLD
So she has to pay the Fine.

UP IN THE HEAVEN WITH IMMENSE PRIDE,
SHE SAYS THANK GOD I DIED.
©Pooja Parashar.