A pretty damsel Would come out To the balcony Every evening. A face beautifully chiseled A body delicately sculpted. Her beauty Matchless and flawless, Could leave the beauty pageants Envious. Nevertheless, This doe-eyed beauty Reflected deep pain. Sometimes She watched and whispered To the kites soaring high, As if sending through them Her prayers and pleadings. Sometimes She would scan the pedestrians In an attempt to spot a soul Who would listen to her. Occasionally She would give a faint smile But never uttered a word. She was quiet and She remained silent, Though her being spoke volumes. Yet, None cared None dared To understand But her eyes expressed something That remained unsaid... Her silent presence Could rarely have missed our attention. But Today Her profound and undeniable absence Screamed out from the evening newspapers " A dumb girl, gangraped, hangs herself "
A lady with a charming presence, mesmerising thoughts that flow like liquid gold, a heart that accommodates many and still has the scope for more. Her constant endeavour has been to spread awareness and contribute towards creating a better society.
