The little girl was playing without the knowledge of the cruel world; In her gullible mind, no fear of the darkness hurled.
But the one assault was enough to switch off the beautiful lights; Even without realising it, everything dimmed, which was once bright.
What she held out wasn't 'trust', for she didn't know what it was; In mere oblivion, she was unaware of being surrounded by the sharp claws
Although she'd been scarred for life, she couldn't decipher what happened; But the voice which could've expressed her, had been given an end.
In another part of the world, a young beauty walked her way; But the inner charm had been killed by some beasts, like child's play.
Maybe she could've protested, she wasn't shackled in any rope; But the disgusted looks of the society shattered every remaining hope.
She too was hushed down, as she walked with a low-hung head; Another voice, capable of bringing a change, was unsurprisingly dead.
Somewhere in a dark corner, deprived of family and wealth; Sat an old woman, left behind by physical and emotional health.
What added to the misery was the abuse she had to bear; Some heartless humans had caused the erosion of her self-pride's layer.
The last days of her life too, weren't void of pain and sorrow; All light left her world, not even to return through the Sun of tomorrow.
She wanted to vent out what she felt, though if it all she couldn't undo; But her voice too was suppressed, for there was no one she could speak to.
In varied cases of different females, the outcome was roughly same; Even with the right to express, the needed justice, they could not claim.
The little child's oblivion, the young girl's compulsion, and the old lady's loneliness; Had ultimately lead to just one thing- a huge, unending mess.
Their conditions would've been better had they been able to let it all out; If the voice was allowed to wander free, agony and frustration wouldn't have gotten to sprout.