Sweet Chocolates

Wrote this long time back..when a five-year-old was brutally raped in Delhi.

She has a story to tell,
A story of every other woman
Where criminals ain't criminals,
They are prestigious godmen.

Aloof from the chaos,

Lost in her own thoughts,

Her gaze lingers,

Searching for her own world.

Her thoughts go back to that day,

Playing in the park innocently,

A man offers her chocolates,

And she follows him with glee.

But those sweet chocolates were never received,

For the man turned out to be a dog,

And she howled with pain,

Having faced such brutality,

Left to be buried under the grave.

But she was alive,

Found after two days,

With an oil bottle and a candle

The candle not giving light,

The candle giving throes.

Her life was all wan,

She was treated to be stable,

Which was pretty ironical

As mentally she was highly unstable.

A mere girl aged five,

Occupied with the horror,

Afraid to step out,

Her dignity had been murdered.

Years later,

As life goes on…

She detests chocolates,

And street dogs.