by Geetika Sodhi Lohan
(Ghaziabad, India )
After they had murdered
in the darkest hour of the night
a woman they chased
to prove she was wrong they were right
Scarring her body
Stripping what they could
Her body her dignity her soul
Helplessly alone she stood
And then came the weapon
That Stabbed her back
She fell lifeless in the soil
Dead like a slack
Blood coloured the soil
Silence of the grave
They all felt accomplished
They all felt brave
They enabled each other
Took turns to rape her soul
Everyone was a murderer
Everyone played a role
And then the one she trusted
Kicked her with the shoe
To make sure she wasn’t breathing
Her death was true
And like that ended
A night of dread
A crowd didn’t rest
Till their target was dead
History has seen
Murders and sorrows
Just another tale
Another night of human horrors.