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Her deepest secret....
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Her life is an open book,
That led her through every nook,
And every corner of discovery,
Of life's long journey
She express everything when asked,
She never hide my heartfelt, always unmasked,
She only hide what others share,
She's their emotion's keeper, betrayal I never dare.
But there exist certain secrets,
Which she never wrote even on a leaflet,
Maybe because no-one intends to listen,
Or maybe because it has nothing of glisten.
A six year old girl,
With full faith in teachers, plays and swirl,
Her art teacher asks her to meet,
She naively thought him to be sweet.
He holds her hands to check if they can paint,
Then touches her chest in a matter quaint,
She only six, do find it weird,
But everyone told her that from teachers nothing to be feared.
One morning he asks her to come during lunch,
Holding her hands, in front of assembly, in eyes a crunch,
Her friends notices everything, thank God they're quite aware,
They warned her of his intentions, they're the God's messenger I swear.
From the teacher she was rescued,
But the danger on her pious soul still continued,
Now she had grown by years three,
A 10 year old, still completely carefree.
It's the time of summer vacation,
Now at her Grandfather's house took place the violent cessation,
After the bath, she went to him for breakfast,
He was drunk, grabbed her waist with lust's blast.
She felt it strange and resist,
He vehemently pressed her chest that she couldn't persist,
Luckily Nani came upstairs while calling his name,
He became aware, and suddenly left her, to carry on his fame.
The next morning Nani asked her to give him towel
Again to him a chance, started touching her hands, with lusty browel
She snatched her hand and intended to leave
He knocked out her on bed, caressing her beneath the sleeve.
She somehow managed to escape
Terrified, shocked, numb, 'was it a rape?'
At night everyone decides to visit someone
He offers to remain with her as a caring person.
But she cries obstinantly, everyone finally agrees
Her soul was saved from being crushed by God's decree
After 10 years she tell of this to her mother,
As usual, her mother questions her endeavour.
"He is not like this, you surely is mistaken"
Again she's shocked, her feminine instinct is for granted has been taken
Mother takes no step further, there is no proof,
She expected this, he's reputed, so she is silent on this, under her roof.........
Now she listens to every cry of others
She becomes others confidant, unlikely her mother
But it's not the mother's fault, he's her uncle
She's as helpless as her daughter, victim of society's standard double.
Thank you all for reading this.....This secret she never revealed to anyone 😞....n there is no use of it as well..... touching inappropriately is not a crime in a system where even rape is not a serious crime....by god's grace she was saved twice.....even writing about this wasn't easy....her trembling fingers are still craving to cut his eyes, smash his face, burn his hands.........but she's as helpless as any other person victimized by someone's lust.....
© Ritu
Her life is an open book,
That led her through every nook,
And every corner of discovery,
Of life's long journey
She express everything when asked,
She never hide my heartfelt, always unmasked,
She only hide what others share,
She's their emotion's keeper, betrayal I never dare.
But there exist certain secrets,
Which she never wrote even on a leaflet,
Maybe because no-one intends to listen,
Or maybe because it has nothing of glisten.
A six year old girl,
With full faith in teachers, plays and swirl,
Her art teacher asks her to meet,
She naively thought him to be sweet.
He holds her hands to check if they can paint,
Then touches her chest in a matter quaint,
She only six, do find it weird,
But everyone told her that from teachers nothing to be feared.
One morning he asks her to come during lunch,
Holding her hands, in front of assembly, in eyes a crunch,
Her friends notices everything, thank God they're quite aware,
They warned her of his intentions, they're the God's messenger I swear.
From the teacher she was rescued,
But the danger on her pious soul still continued,
Now she had grown by years three,
A 10 year old, still completely carefree.
It's the time of summer vacation,
Now at her Grandfather's house took place the violent cessation,
After the bath, she went to him for breakfast,
He was drunk, grabbed her waist with lust's blast.
She felt it strange and resist,
He vehemently pressed her chest that she couldn't persist,
Luckily Nani came upstairs while calling his name,
He became aware, and suddenly left her, to carry on his fame.
The next morning Nani asked her to give him towel
Again to him a chance, started touching her hands, with lusty browel
She snatched her hand and intended to leave
He knocked out her on bed, caressing her beneath the sleeve.
She somehow managed to escape
Terrified, shocked, numb, 'was it a rape?'
At night everyone decides to visit someone
He offers to remain with her as a caring person.
But she cries obstinantly, everyone finally agrees
Her soul was saved from being crushed by God's decree
After 10 years she tell of this to her mother,
As usual, her mother questions her endeavour.
"He is not like this, you surely is mistaken"
Again she's shocked, her feminine instinct is for granted has been taken
Mother takes no step further, there is no proof,
She expected this, he's reputed, so she is silent on this, under her roof.........
Now she listens to every cry of others
She becomes others confidant, unlikely her mother
But it's not the mother's fault, he's her uncle
She's as helpless as her daughter, victim of society's standard double.
Thank you all for reading this.....This secret she never revealed to anyone 😞....n there is no use of it as well..... touching inappropriately is not a crime in a system where even rape is not a serious crime....by god's grace she was saved twice.....even writing about this wasn't easy....her trembling fingers are still craving to cut his eyes, smash his face, burn his hands.........but she's as helpless as any other person victimized by someone's lust.....
© Ritu
