Rape Poem by C. P. Sharma

My heart chills
at the brutal realities
we call civilized nuances
when half naked girls dance
on social ceremonial stages for money
to the pleasure of a selected aristocratic audience
in the name of progressive society, and
advancement of art and culture
setting afire the brute passions
rousing to rapes
My heart chills
when box office hit film one after another
flaunt men and women with bodies exposed
dance to the erotic tunes and vulgar songs sans check
polluting the social fiber, and
inciting the base passions
ultimately leading to
rapist culture everywhere
In the market ruled society
men and women too
are commodities for sale
where human emotions are at stake
love, honor, relations and charity
are openly sold for money
we are pawns, market players
make the moves
No laws will help
until we stop human trafficking
mind our basics
by setting right all
socio-economic intricacies
else better for us
to go back gypsy