#WritcoPoemPrompt28
She floats like a dream,
Before she sinks under,
Carrying in her folds,
The mysticism full of thunder.

Her silence sings she did beseeched,
Before her cries were set apart,
Her eyes carries the ocean of pain,
Of injustice done and is now her life's part.

She hides herself,
Away from the crowd,
There's nothing left to face,
The culprits are out, happy and proud.

Tongue devoid of words,
Ears full of societal taunts,
What she shouldn't have done all preached,
Least concern of what to her really haunts.

The Rhino horns can be isotoped,
To save it from the hunt,
Tigers, lions, all are caged,
Cause it's easy to cage the victim—an easy BLUNT.

No one tries to strengthen the system,
For everyone is busy looking for mistake,
Not of the culprits, but of this victim,
Finally, all are silent, no action no take.

She shouts at herself,
For being so fragile,
Why not she kiled them,
She should've had reacted atleast for a while.

Her silence today is their power,
For she shut by society's contractors,
For she is the pride of the family,
Though the pride is attacked upon the norm's benefactors .

Thanks for reading 😊 😊
© Ritu