The Plead Of A Corpse (A Victim Of Gang Rape) Poem by Namita Rani Panda

I was not a Sita
For whom Mother Earth tore her bosom
I was not also a Krishnaa
To whom Lord Krishna blessed with endless costume
I was an ordinary girl
Whose prayers no one could listen
Whose body was ruthlessly torn
And soul was cruelly crushed
And dumped into the drain!

Now I plead from the gutter
I am no more anyone's sister or daughter
O' inhumane men! Please preserve me for your pleasure
For your satisfaction you can put me in any posture
There is no need to choke me for fear of uproar
You can suck me like a mango though I'm yet to ripe fully
I promise, I will never scream when you squeeze and bite my flesh repeatedly
You can exert your manliness into me as many times, as forcefully as you can
Believe me, you will not face any opposition
Please preserve me to pacify your salacious desire
So that, at least, a few of my sisters can breath a puff of safe air!