Importuning Him to retort in brief
If His presence was there or none
For the traitors had sucked her dry anon.
Whilom she sang the psalmodies,
Brimmed with peaceful melodies.
She was brook and life was vale.
Then why did she suffer an assail?
Why was she left all pale?
Was it due to her being a female?
Her defilers ruined her chastity.
All alone she witnessed their alacrity
That stole away her vivacity.
She was forced to suffer a deep agony.
Alas! She was left with no sanity.
Didn't they have any morality?
Is this what we call humanity?
Is it too easy to savage someone's sanctity?
All they cared about was their shitty salacity.
They fooled her so craftily
Hiding their so-called mendacity.
Oh! This is the bitter veracity.
That they were good was her fallacy.
Who knew she would fall prey to their phantasy?
Even assaulting had a systematic trail.
Their cruelty made her frail.
Alas! Again they failed
In becoming an ethical male.
She questioned and even God lost the debate.
But the dreary homo sapiens just couldn't relate
To her incessant suffering, her quest.
They made her subject to a series of an inquest.
The assault became a mere jest.
This was her period of unrest.
Her ravishers were no less than pests.
Gradually, her prowess to fight began to congest.
Forlorn and depressed, she decided to peacefully rest
Into the lap of the brook and vale.
Alas! Again the humanity failed
And all we are left with is a woeful tale.
---------------------------------------------------------©Radhika Gupta(June17,2018)
Very nice poem. ..keep it up
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