With her head high,
as proud as a peacock,she walked.

The crowd paved way for her.
They looked at her,
some awing her valor,
some mocking at her back,
some with doubt,
some con-tempting her confidence,

They pointed the healing wounds all over her body,
but few did notice her bleeding heart inside.
Alone in the crowd,as a rape victim,
she went forward with algae of sour pains deep within…