Visible Pain Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

"Hey, I caught her by grip"
She was about to drown and keep
Her balance off in the river
I reached quickly and held her

"Let me die, let me die"
She made frantic try
I was holding her with struggle
She was in ears and told" I am weary of people"

She had woe to tell
Enough of sorrows to reveal
Not only was she raped
But at the end slapped too

It was her bitter experience
She was lifted from entrance
As she was about to make at home
She was forcibly taken and drove

How many people molested?
She had no answer o be related
They may be more than five
She was certainly taken for drive

I took satisfaction in saving
But people may not be behaving
She shall be tortured again
She was really in visible pain