Lying on the couch
She was remembering her first nightout,
With her eyes closed she was trying to
Recall the face to whom
She has lost that bout.

Promises done that night
Now seems just a way to make it out,
Those warm hugs,that tight hold
The way he groped,the way she moaned
Now makes her let a scream out.

Nothing was fine
She weeps,cries out loud
Because the society has
Termed her a whore
And has thrown her out.

- Shailender