Rape Poem by Arvind Ilamaran

Moments when fancied dreams are lost to fiery flames,
Seconds seeded with sultry songs, unheard screams,
Hazy moments lost in your bosom,
Suckling turns to strife, the damned damsel in dread,
Dream lost to vile vandals of beguile feminine,
Spear tears the chalice apart, sanguine song squandered,
Thy hollering fails to reckon the hallowed in the beast,
Moment too long for the wasted womb, moment too short for the vicious virility,
Naked but for the cloak of distress, her wailing wanes,
Prayer for a lost sentience is answered,
As justice gets mired in morass,
Singed trice gets sutured into an eternal commotion,
Until Dike lends you her wretched ear, prevail,
Regret nay over the ravaged runes,
Sullied souls will writhe on the spiked plinth,
By their screams your pain shall rise,
For the world to see, for the world to feel.