A rickshaw ride
A vacant mind
And it flashes back to you
A girl of 8
Sitting on his lap
And his hand fixing on you
A play date
That’s all you thought
Your innocence never reaching there
You spent your age of ignorance
But when things started to make sense
You wanted to burn the memory away
Why does it still clings on to you?
Why were you stupid,
To not realise?
Why didn’t you stop it there?
Why did you let his lust damage you?
All these questions haunting you.
You still feel the touch,
Vivid and pervert,
And you want to erase it to the core.
You want to cleanse your corporal being.
But no soap has been invented;
Yet to give you your purity.
Your father giving you away to those arms,
Un-mindful of its wicked charms.
His face masked by his beard,
His lust obscured by his turban.
He’s sick, he’s not the protective uncle,
He portrayed to you.
And now you’re 20
Fighting alone,
In the midst of people;
Been through abuse.
You can’t tell that to your ageing parents,
It will be a burden upon their tired souls.
It’s okay, most of us have experienced it,
The justifications you give yourself.
But it never resonates,
It never makes sense.
Why me? Why us?
Why our innocence tarnished so brutally?
Where do these beasts find solace?
How do they sleep at night?
When will we get the justice?
When will our bodies be unpolluted?
When will my small hands;
Stop his advancing animosity?
When will my naïvity;
Make him human again?
Where do these perpetrators of evil go?
How do they breathe so peacefully
After ruining a life?
We lost our childhood,
We bargained with our demons.
We are the children of profanity.
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