Nothing Inside Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Whom to tell?
It is complete hell
I cry in wilderness
With frown face

The worries rush
An make push
The heart is burning with rage
How to write shameful experience on page?

I have fallen victim
To their lust and whim
I can go an hide no where
How shall I spend time and dare?

They may come again
To cause me agony and pain
I shall be suffering the fate
Where to go and how to relate?

I am stripped naked
And joked
How many more, I do not know?
One by one they may come and go

I shall be labeled as whore
They shall exploit me more
I will hide the face with remorse
Nothing is left inside as revolting force