THEME: This poem is a message (a warning) to end the offenses which are being done by the most undesirable people in the society. As, a woman can tolerate a lot but she is not a crock who can be easily mocked. Once, her tolerance’s limit would be crossed, these offense makers would be hung with their own intestines!!!
Stop now! Or there will be no end to your sufferings!!!
UNHEARD SCREAM…
Bottled inside her, are hurting sentiments,
For the world is filled with disgusting elements.
She is saturated with complaints

But, they are painted as saints.
I’m talking about the society’s most undesirable section,
Against whom, there have not been taken much action.
In this world of competition,
One has to earn reputation,
But for this purpose
Sometimes, one has to compromise, I’d rather say sacrifice.

But, why do we remain mum against such topics
for which one should fight;
After all, to tolerate wrong is not at all right!!!

In this evil world of devils,
People have greedy eyes;
And the one who bears all this,
Sits in a corner and silently cries.
But, why am I moving around the crust,
And not entering into the core;
Above clues should be enough for a wise person,
because the people are reluctant to say more.

The word is HUMAN TRAFFICKING,
The word is RAPE,
The word is SEXUAL HARASSMENT;
which happens, without the consent.


As can be seen today,
A woman is being tortured;
But, since she is made quite,
Her voice is never heard.

What do you consider her to be?
A gamble, a toy which moves to and fro,
Or a thing to use and throw?!!!
Oh! No, no…
I must tell you that you are sick,
who not even spare a small chick;
Bullshit!!!
Is nothing can be done?
Will the things remain as such?
Why has she been created?
To bear that unpleasant touch!!!

With the passage of time,
There is cropping up of a new crime.
If I’ll start counting them,
I can’t pen down the statistics;
As it happens every picosecond,
There is no end to the list!!

Is this the life of her?
Dispersed and shattered;
Can anyone take a stand?
To make it a bit better.

She shouldn’t expect anything from you,
As according to you, this topic should be ignored;
Because, what cannot be cured,
Has to be endured!!

But, once the tank of her tolerance would overflow,
She’ll give you a blow.



Be ready for the deadly disaster that she’ll bring,
Because there is a limit to everything!
And if, the line of bearance will be extended,
You will be deadly ended!

COMPOSED BY:
ASTHA FUNDA
(PEN NAME- ADAMAS FUNDA)
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