Once again a tender leaf is plucked
Before it could bath in the morning dew
Again a tiny bud was crushed before it blossomed into a rose
Again the innocent butterfly was caught
Before tasting the nectar of life

She lies still, as a corpse, worse
Tied down to the hospital cot
Her eyes staring out in to some hollowness
Mouth shut, screaming out in deafening silence
Her ears deaf to the sounds of hell
All her senses succumbing to the death’s odor
Nothing awakes her form her trance
The cruel experience has shattered her brains
Now killing her within with unseen pains

Still, after all these years,
Even a tiny male whisper shatters her peace
She gets bound by hysterical fits
She trembles furiously like a zombie
Her horror struck eyes dancing madly in vain
Animal cries echo from her throat
She withers and shivers uncontrollably
Even long after the whisper has died away.

She lies still again
Just like that rag doll
Which had been shaken mercilessly
By some possessed child.
She lies still
Lifeless and soulless
Staring at the unseen and the unknown

After 30 yrs it’s still the same
She has lost her faith in humanity
And so have I

And after reading all this
To think that the person responsible
Had gotten away with such animal deed
Its disgusting, a sheer disgrace to humanity
Some one pays for someone’s insanity.