She bears scars of stories long-forgotten
Their voice is fading;
Her pleasure fruit has been forever rotten
Was never a maiden.
Got captured by fence inside
These walls are thicker thousand times more,
When no one listens.
In rush of life, you’re busy, walking by
You speak no evil,
Contented with her big euphoric smile,
That isn’t real.
Foreign to your blind indifferent eyes
Her fight is inner,
“Forget the past, move on” are words you said.
You’re now the sinner.