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REHABILITATION


Wrecking ball wrecked it all

A stony hard hit the heart

Many pieces, many bits

Scattered, strewed and apart

She bleeds through all her breaches

Say it be soul,

Say it be her form,

Yelling to be saved,

Yelling to escape,

From the world so brown and

Where humanity has no grounds

Stop! Please don’t... She begs!

Acrid manly laughters is what is absorbs,

Was it slaughter ? Was it murder?

Was it some kind of societal blunder?

She questions God...

Expecting her Krishna

To come to her Guard

Nothing happened, no one breezed in

Twenty first century is she livin'

Only the hounding silent wind blew

No body deemed to be by her side

The “Never in hell !” did bygone .

Weak, pale and exhausted,

She stretched up,

Draped what had just made her tarnished,

The wounds she wore

To her disdain.

Inviolable she became,

Within the hours of darkness

From lady to NO-ONE she attained,

A faulty shadow was what she believed to have.

Then,

Just a day a little brighter

She stood up on the cold concrete floor

As tall as she was,

As beautiful as she has been,

As pure as one could be,

Hale, hearty and strong,

She is nothing less of this.

Just the normal girl

Just undergone a hard rehabilitation,

From a drug said spelled as SOCIETY

Strange, illogical but mighty!