Girls Are Not For Sale

Girls Are Not For Sale prose poem


It’s a tale of the daughter of India!
A tale of a young girl so pale
Being brutally raped and killed by a ferocious male.
She began her day with a fine sunshine,
And ended her day with an inhuman pain.
Now it’s time to explain, the real agony with our brain,
Those conscienceless drug addicts came as a group,
Just grabbed and then raped.
The young beauty, sacrificed her precious life
For the happiness of some greedy animals.
Now it’s time for three questions,
How she dressed? Where she went? Who is she?
In this incident the victim, she,
Is blamed more than the criminal, he,
And the reason given by them is!
She dressed badly, came so late, and that’s her fate.
But what we need is a solution and not a reason,
We girls are not born to be products
Sold for someone’s happiness or entertainment.
If dress is a threat for a girl’s safety,
What type of dress shall a 3yr old wear?
Nor I nun can wear?
All that matters is, India has more greedy boys
And more irresponsible citizens,
This poem is written by an angry Indian girl,
Against greedy Indian boys,
To be responsible and brave Indian boys.
Oh change your boys to be responsible
And you girls to be brave flammable
Nirbhaya, the great daughter of India,
Your life you have surrendered
So that thousands of victorious queens
May enjoy a liberal life.

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A passionate poem. The picture is well drawn.

Jyotika Rajput Mehra

Sensitively framed the heart cracking incidents. Its too important to raise our voices!

ammu sachariah

Well written.


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