Ananya Apte
Bathed times a hundred still couldn’t wash of his feel,
That one dark night the demons had made the deal.
A lone soul on a lone street; exactly the devils’ need.
Do the beasts ever have pay for their deeds?
A naïve, free bird flying in the sky
Dropped down dead as the bullet flew by
The hunter roams free with head held high
Not one soul strong enough to question “WHY?”
A shadow in the dark lurking for its bait
An illuminate body has just stepped out of the gate
The clock strikes twelve ends the moment of wait
Only God knows now what is written in her fate.
I believe humans have lost humanity
Society keeps quiet losing all its sanity
Beasts roam free high on their vanity
Alas, they snatched another girl’s virginity.
