Hour – 4<\/p>\n
Might she could ever forget that
\nBlue moon night,
\nWhen a smile on her face and even
\nThe imaginations were bright,<\/p>\n
Trolling on Thoroughfare with
\nNo worry and no fear,
\nBut who knew a trap lies waiting
\nTo ensnare,<\/p>\n
That debaucher came closer from behind,
\nLike a coward to grab her tight,
\nThe little princess froze in fright,
\nIndeed It would be a fearful sight.<\/p>\n
She was amazed to see his
\nMalignant eye Over her,
\nToo small to see a demon and face
\nThis kinda scorns ever.<\/p>\n
She wanted a male hero to come
\nAs she has just realized ;
\nPower is in only males,
\nBut how could she forget that
\nIt happens only in fairytales.<\/p>\n
Soon her clothes disappeared
\nOh! It was a mortifying sight,
\nThe very moment she decided that
\nShe is a hero and will fight.<\/p>\n
He laughed over her vain attempt
\nBut she kept trying,
\nKicking, pushing, and through her tiny nails
\nContinuously lacerating.<\/p>\n
Luckily were some kicks and hard pushes
\nTurned him away,
\nShe ran as she got the space,
\nThat day she realized
\nA lady can have;
\nPower with charm and grace.<\/p>\n
She wanted to cry when it happened,
\nBut she wasn’t weak so
\nDidn’t shed tears.
\nSo she held everything in,
\nWhile feeling so tainted inside.
\nIt has been an incident in past<\/p>\n
But she can still feel
\nThat bad touch,
\nDays have passed and now she thinks
\nShe could suffer much.<\/p>\n
The thing that matters is the change
\nThat is bought in her,
\nAnd the change she decided to make
\nAround her.<\/p>\n
He tried hard to break her fairy dreams
\nHe didn’t care about her screams,
\nHe tried to shred her worthy ambitions,
\nThat demon had no emotions.
\nShe thanks him now,
\nMore than anyone ever before;<\/p>\n
He taught her how
\nIt feels to fight;
\nFor yourself
\nFor Soul, Dignity<\/p>\n
For the realization of self-confidence and safety,<\/p>\n
He tried to cut her with his eyes,
\nBut could not stop her voice,
\nstill, like air, she will rise,
\nShe will no more be just a choice.<\/p>\n
She is a mother, sister, daughter, wife, friend, niece, and much more<\/p>\n
But she will keep reminding you all that she is a strong woman before.<\/p>\n
Aditi Dixit<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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