By Jyoti Singh:
Guilt-stricken, ripped and raped
My frame mapped when I was naive
insulted, demeaned and un-draped
Spare me please, I don’t feel brave.
look at me, my image. Do you dare?
Do not lower your eyes in fear.
Show me the passion to live…that flair.
Promise me,
you will rise never to lie again.
you will toil to smile again.
[box bg=”#fdf78c” color=”#000″]About the author: Jyoti is a student of literature. She writes about issues related to women’s struggle for survival in Indian society. To read her other posts, click here.[/box]