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written by: Arnab Kumar Roy


Road ahead,
The leering hyenas (rapists) waiting,
To taste a piece of meat (human flesh),
They are thirsty,
Rolling tongues,
I can see.

A nasty stare,
At my body,
I feel so dirty.

Taking a step,
I walk back,
Are they coming for me?

Strikes my heart,
Run, run
All I hear.

I try my best,
To run away,
But those weak legs,
Give away,
I fall down.

I lost my sense,
They have conquered me,
They throw water at my face,
I open my eyes,
To see their face,
Are they humans or a pack of wolves?
I ask myself.

Celebrations have begun,
I am lying on the ground,
Nowhere to run,

I plea,
To let me go,
I scream,
To no avail,
They took off my shirt,
Naked I Lie,
At their hands,

They taste my flesh,
Taking turns,
Again and again,
While I lie,
Tasting my tears salty taste,
Drops of blood,
Oozing out from my flesh,
They take a bloodbath,
At my expense,

Just before,
I close my eyes,
I see the moon shining bright,
While the stars calling me from behind.

(O! Maniacally perverted men please do not rape.)

Arnab Kumar Roy

Arnab Kumar Roy

He is currently pursuing Engineering course at a private engineering college in West Bengal. He loves to write poetry during his leisure time. He writes poems to express what he feels deep within himself. He began writing poetry when he was a kid. He is such a kind of person whom people love to call a jack of all trades but master of none.
Arnab Kumar Roy

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