Inquisitive Fingers Poem by Alefya Najmi

Inquisitive fingers,
Going all over,
Searching for moment's pleasure,
On a surface which was frictionless.
Those inflamed fingers of the strangers,
I wondered then what they were looking for,
In that strange fashion.
But now I know,
That how those gestures disfigured.
For them, maybe, it was just a simple winning game,
Or an amusing trick,
But the loser forever carries the scar of the game.
Or perhaps it was just a hunting session,
Pounce on the innocent,
And let the victim for the entire lifetime,
Deny her own self-existence.