WHAT IS HER FAULT?
She wore loose jeans, a kurta, stepped out and
sauntered in the dark with her veiled body, hair tied,
no makeup and nothing to seduce.
Still, it happened! What was her fault?
That the poor soul was a 'She'?
Or that she left at night and tried to befriend darkness?
The world saw her bleak scars and ripped heart.
To bring justice, everyone was with her
but, it seemed only air craved to touch her.
On her skin which she wore all the time,
they wrote 'used' and 'impure' as if
it could burn and born again.
How strange it is!
For the rapists are out there, free and invincible
and she is confined, punished for being
a beauty that every woman is.