A Completed end to her HOPE!

- By Swathi

 

She lowers her head.

As she walks down the street, 

she tries to keep her distance from all the nonsense.

She revealed a hidden face every time.

 

Her heart is breaking.

And her throat dry as 


she listens to the chit-chat against her.

All of the blaming whispers may be heard.

 

"Look at the person who was involved in the crime; 

even if it was done with her permission, she ruined her uncle's life."

 

As she enters the market,

The roadside boys point at her, their lusty eyes locked on her, 

and they laugh together in derision.

 

She rushes inside the car, 

her palms on her chest, 

to once again defend herself

 from demons and to rest happily.

 

Because she has been raped by individuals, 

the biassed society believes it is appropriate 

to treat her as if she were draping a nude little skirt.

 

She believes that everything has come to an end,

 and that she will no longer be happy; 

she is constantly mocked for making friends with a boy.

 

She trips and collapses on a neighbouring bench.

"I can't take it any longer,"

 she yells and cries aloud,

 throwing down all of her belongings.

 

She returns to her house.

She is saddened by the reckless world outside

 and concludes that leaving this planet is the best option.

 

She closes her room And ties the knot of rope,

 Her fragile body moves in the air 

And a full stop was added to her hope.


-SWATHI MADHAVAN


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