She was three,
Her mom went on a shopping spree,
Being left to play with the neighbours,
she danced with glee.
Through the frill of her skirt,he slid his hand.
Failing to comprehend,
She stayed silent.
He was eight,
The school bus conductor set a bait.
The chocolate he gave was as dark as his greed.
With his pants pulled down,he felt naked.
Failing to comprehend,
He stayed silent.
She was ten,
As she bent down to pick up the pen,
The man she revered as a tutor,
Hit her budding bosom like a shooter.
Failing to comprehend,
She stayed silent.
And when the silence broke,
Their mothers frowned but choked,
The fear of society rendered them mute.
The predators smirked, spreading their poisonous roots.
~Akansha Suri
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