Covering her flawless body,
With a full sleeves black kurti with fine white thread embroidery,
She put on a Chunri concealing her thin gold plated chain,
Centering a small bindi among her perfectly shaped eyebrows,
Her scarless moon like face was well admired by the kajal,
Wearing two small jhumkas her mole under her ears,
Got another new pair to chatter with,
Giving the shield of lipbalm to her soft lips,
She smiled at the beautiful 22 year lady in the mirror,
Giving the last shot with a final rehearsal of the speech,
She looked at herself with more pride and confidence,
Took out her brown leather scandal,
Choosed her black thin belt watch,
Her heels finnaly left for the competition she was waiting since a month,
At the stage,
With eyes decorated with excitement,
And heart accompanied by nervousness,
Her lips finally gave permission to her mind to let her words,
Get a pathway to the audience's ears,
Talking about WOMEN EMPOWERMENT AND SAFETY,
Her voice gave her words a huge compliment,
Impressing everyone out there,
She was crowned as the winner,
Bleaming with happiness,
Her joy was accompanied with a good party with friends,
And a satisfied walk back to home,
It was just then her watch was clenchend tightly until it breaks,
Soft Lips covered with rough harsh hand,
Dragging her forcefully into a dark world,
Her scandal was desegregated from her heel,
Her mole hearing the Gasps of demons,
Her scarless face being dishonored by scratches,
Kajal smudging out with every drop of tears,
Her neck being marked by wild monsters' bites,
That flawless body was now touched offensively with lust,
Voice breaking down with pain,
She felt numbness taking place of her beautiful black kurti,
And once again on the street of mankind an innocent bright body,
Was left Alone rapped,
And for those who blamed clothing for alluring these demons,
Her Unsuccessful Chunri became the answer,
Portraying the epitome of a simple girl,
Her soul just lacked the same zeal,
That her words had during the speech of "WOMEN EMPOWERMENT AND SAFETY",
Unaccepted by so called society,
She still choosed to survive,
Supported by a few family members,
That 23-year-old unmarried lass,
Gave birth to an angel,
Depicting the same charm,
But a bit more of glorious eyes,
This babygirl got the arms of a single mother,
Well brought up into an accomplished scholar,
Just at the age of 12 she was selected for state level speech competition,
But just as then at the same time,
Maybe history repeated itself,
That Young miss went missing,
That single mother's phone rang ,
A call from district head police station,
Made her heart pounding with dark fears,
Rushing to meet her 12-year-old innocent child,
She almost lived the same moment again,
Cursing her fate and herself to choose to live,
Her body almost felt the same numbness,
Praying all way to get her baby safe,
She finally entered the same police station with trembling shanks,
Finding her 12-year-old girl smiling and surrounded by many,
Her heart got the painkiller,
Hugging her tightly,
She could experience her soul back in her body,
Just then her ears were awarded with,
"Thank you, Your daughter's martial art saved me from a group of demons",
Spoken by another harassed young lady of 20s,
Astonished by this,
Her mother could find the glimpse of the same zeal in her daughter's act,
Just as her voice had 12 years back,
Her daughter Being awarded by Bravery award,
That Young lady healed the unhealed wound left deep down in her mother's soul,
Just then She felt proud to fight for their life,
And for letting that new budding life take her shape inside her,
Gifting world with a brave soul.

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