Being judged by the depth of her top,
And from the length of her skirt,
She cried every night at the corner of her bed,
Though every morning she faked a smile,
But her red eyes conveyed her dread!!
She couldn't change the society,
So she changed the clothes she wore.
And she started wearing a saree,
Hoping, she would no more be called a whore.
But changing clothes didn't work for her,
Her character was still misjudged,
Her outer had no hurts,
But her inner was filled with scars and grudge..
Tired and lost, she stopped sobbing
But cornered herself from the world,
And when she couldn't cop up more,
She gave herself to death, unfurled!!!