Stupid girl!
What was she thinking?
Thinking to be pure as pearl.
But now she was stinking,
Stinking of that night
That beast
Which robbed her of any light.
With regret that
She could not fight.
But she stinks to herself only,
Her pain was understood by her family,
She was not to be blamed,
They knew and accepted it solemnly.
That beast's penance
Was what to be claimed.
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Victim
PoetryAfter all we get from our dear life, what we do? complain! Yes, no matter how much is on our platter we are never satisfied. And opposite to us are the people who without any fault of their, end up suffering something tremendous. These people are v...
