The Overpowering Of My Will Poem by Varsha M

Dark dungeon became my life
As I crawled from freedom to hive.

Like a bloomed flower in garden
I blossomed under nightly heaven.

Only to be caught in those eyes
Where beauty was just a piece.

Craving under lustful drool
All they saw was her youthful soul.

Grabbed under the hike of hormone
Never realising what all is done.

Left behind was a vegetable
Crippled and clogged by evil.

Even the thought of it was nightmarish
How she sustained all those injuries.

Physical abuse can be healed for eye
How will the mental trauma balance.

Ripped off her only treasure
Just for their momentary pleasure

Hurting her psyche deeper and deeper
For she was not just raped but will overpower.

Living life just as you mind, is blessing
Snatching right to breathe as you will, is harming.

With every molest you inflict
A part of her being is cut.

Remember every time you eye a girl
It's another one on voracious mill.

She too has her call to fulfill
Why do you jeopardize and kill.