Her fault

A Poem by Srishti singh

Its a feeling of a rape victim..

Was it really her fault? As they say,
To go out at night and not at day!!.
To credence the man she loved from her heart,
To let him drive her home in his car!..
They played with her body, made her bleed.
There are no signs of scars now,but her soul still shrieks.
They hunt her down, in her dream everynight,
Making her effete and vulnerable everytime.
Here she is,
Standing alone,
In the crowd of thousands,
Holding back her heart to break into segments..
Searching for a hand in million pity faces,
To share her grief,to do away her pain,
Who would not look upon her as a shame..