Beside the busy highway, <br />In the bushes there lay supine’ <br />A despoiled corpse of a splendid damsel, <br />Scratched, bruised and all nailed, <br />Her cheeks bore the prints of teeth, <br />And marble-white neck blue scars, <br />Her silky white dress was spotted, <br />With the dots of blood, <br />Her delicate white soft shoeless feet, <br />Were still unharmed, <br />Her hair was disheveled, added to her grace, <br />Her eyes half opened, <br />As they were looking afar high beyond the sky, <br />To her dwelling place, <br />The wronged lips still bore an elegant smile, <br />If saying, “O! Dwellers of the world be happy evermore, <br />I depart to my own celestial place, <br />Where no one will desecrate my sanctity.” <br />Then from the contents of her handbag, <br /> Some one found out a stained document, <br />And with blood was inscribed, <br />“I am Miss Honesty, raped in the dark, <br />By the custodians of law.”<br /><br />Muhammad Shanazar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-gang-rape/
