She became a prey for those Lusty Predators,
Like some cat prowling in the midnight hours.
Her body wasn't there for them to fanaticize,
And that wasn't a game with 'Her' being the prize.
The skirt she wore was not an invitation,
For them to replenish their wild recreation.
With those torn vaginas bleeding,
Many men surrounded, a little kid pleading,
Yet no one there to hear the pain of her screaming.
Along with all those clues those convicts
gave to be traced,
They also gave us lessons never to be erased.
Women shouldn't be scared to dress like they want,
With those men assuming that she wants to flaunt.
A country with severe rules for safety on road,
With mere rules for safety of women on board.
Our nation India being called the Incredible,
Of course the laws here all are amendable,
Not with justice but by Money, Caste and Religion.