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Couldn’t you bear the site how she walked freely before?

Now that you’re  done! she is always behind the door


I wish the infant could raise her voice

Little did she know even the grownup had no choice


No morning did tell that evening would see an offence

Her life would just change coz some drunk men were not in sense


With what shame could you make her face change?

 While Every of her scream still begs for revenge!


Its funny how carrying herself properly is her duty

But they! Still  could never respect her inner beauty


Once suffered nothing can ever be same

Society talks about support! Could you give her your surname?



                                                       — MRUNMAYEE KULKARNI

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