All the tantrums
Are directed towards her.
All she hears
Without any complaint.
Will they ever stop?
It would be a deadly question.
She can't raise her voice.
She was being crushed,
Both her body and soul.
Was this life?
That question remained answerless.
She was bearing all,
Although she was the victim.
Somehow the baits had turned
Her into a sinner.
She could never come out.
Her unheard voice was going to be crucified
Along with the burden of an oblivious crime
And with a wounded soul.
