In halls of learning, where minds should soar,
A life was brutally silenced, forever more.
Moumita's dreams, like autumn leaves, now fade,
As her screams, like whispers, in silence are made.
Her eyes, once bright with hope and desire,
Now dimly gaze, a lifeless, burning fire.
Her mouth, once whispering secrets sweet,
Now hangs still, a frozen, mournful treat.
The genitals, once a symbol of love and life,
Now bleed, a testament to brutal strife.
The bleeding, a reminder of the pain,
That Moumita...