She...

She pushes my emotions
She tempts my organs
She looks in a way
No one tries to calm down.

She shows her assets
She makes those moans
Guys beg her for a reply
They ask her beauty as a loan

Then comes this Child
Returning from her tuition
Daddy should pick, may be no
She walks since parents in confusion

They reach this Child
As easily as they smoke
They shut her mouth and
Teach her not to hope

She spilled few drops
Blood and Confidence with pain
No one  tried to help her
Then showered the rain, to clean that stain...
-reY