The Harsh Poem by Vishal Kr. Sharma

My sight out of clear blue sky retire to dual person,
Lady with office uniform and Gent on exceptional fashion.
Seemed to me, the pair belong to family of high living standard,
Out of nowhere stepped our locality so peace.


On spur of moment, the savage spied on her and I was crossword,
I note that she was treated bad and tortured.
He pushed the lady in presence of mortals,
Not a soul said any word, sat as such abnormals.


It was unexpected, the lady was still zip,
I predicted she had knowledge of him, she didn't try to skip.
I was still crossword about the dual brains,
He reshowed the arrogance again and provided her pains.


For then appeared my classmates and a playmate,
The savage hit the lady, the people still sat.
The water was now above our heads to study the scene,
We drew a conclusion to talk, being all teen.

The playmate walked towards the dispute,
To teach the savage some words fruit.
Playmate asked him not to treat the lady such way,
Savage respond who are you to say?

He sat on his two-wheeler, forced her to his backseat,
He spoke he'll come later to defeat.
We rest there, wait for him with intention neat,
He ran out of his words, we failed to teach him words sweet.