Shashikant Nishant Sharma

(03 September,1988 / Sonepur, Saran, Bihar, India)

Rape, Rape and Rape


In news and media
Everywhere in India
You can hear of cases
Cases of rape in buses
In moving car
In suburban areas afar
In towns and villagesIn schools and colleges
No space, you can escapeYou will find cases of rape
Rape is a crime at parlance
Rape is the expression of men's dominance
Crime against the fair sex
Rape is the climax Discrimination starts from birth
Equality for women is a dream on Earth
There is no dearthDearth of domestic violence
Women are made to live in fence
Rarely they do anything in defence
But time is ripe for change
A change in system and thinking
In living and upbringing
# Shashikant Nishant Sharma

Submitted: Tuesday, January 29, 2013

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