Molestation Bid Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I could not escape dragnet and offer resistance
Could not smell foul or no other instance
Stood as dumb founded as weak object
Molestation bid succeeded ………….

I continued to leave under trauma and constant fear
Not thought of going out throughout the year,
Strong urges within but preferred to be quieter
Had experienced danger from close quarter

Is it curse to be a good looking and beautiful?
Why to see such eyes which are so shameful,
Why attitude change and act as revengeful?
Oh, God save me from clutches of harmful

My fears confounded and proved to be worst,
On the way to home hooligans picked me first,
Tore apart my cloths with the intention to molest
Nothing in mind but dirty sex and lust,

Hands were cuffed and lifted in air,
Mouth was shut and simply tied the hair,
Eyes were wide open with so much anguish and pain,
Attempts to free self but all in vain,

It caused not only injury but left with visible wounds,
A sign all over with scratches and mark found,
Heinous act performed without making sound,
All curses and defame was homeward bound

Why I was put to open shame?
Was it beauty alone to blame?
Colour cast, creed or simple name,
Cruelty in action but in different name,

Virginity, name, and fame everything lost,
Where to hide face and at a cost?
As an individual I will be hated most,
No emotions, no feeling just as frozen frost,

Ages long since no perceptional change,
Frequency may be more with increase in range,
Deterrence may be less with easy punishment,
Stiff sanction may prevent incidence and endowment,

Most sufferings go with unbearable humiliation,
No remorse, no regret no more alleviation,
Not learning lessons with each passing of stage,
All seems natural act and perfectly managed