#Pollachi #TNCrime #VoiceofVictims
Date: 14 Mar 2019
- Written by Umasree Raghunath
Yes, I am a simple girl, my daddy’s little girl
He gave me wings to fly, not knowing he should spy
I dream to shine, believe in people, share my dreams
Trusting the other gender, silently and sincerely without qualms
I ventured out, making new friends and networking
Not understanding the brutal underground systems working
Looks can be deceptive and words can be manipulated
In the name of friendship, love and care and what not!
When I extended my little hands in search of friendship
I did not know for sure, the big shadow of a cruel perpetrator
My simple dream not just broken but tarnished for ever
The small moments of pleasure became a bane for life
Veils of perverseness of the man I believed to be a friend
Brought upon me a tragedy to unveil and an emotional end
I cried in pain, for rescue, for help and for solace
The ‘trusted’ friend with his gang of ‘trusted’ friends
Ended up treating me like a meat as I ventured onto meet!
I ended up in shame and disgust, physical and emotional pain
Media wants to show my face and give a name, and blame
Victim blaming, victim shaming, and victim destroy
Unfortunately, Is not new in this country of mine,
STOP, this game, please for heaven’s sake and hell’s end
All I did was to put my trust and go along with a friend!
Oh Mothers! Out there! Please feed your sons with food for thought
That ‘woman’ is not a sex toy, but a soul with blood and flesh
We are young, and we too have a dream and a life out there
Beyond this tragedy, let us live in some left out grace
Social Media fanatics – Stop searching for who we are!
We are someone’s sister, some dad’s daughter, even a teacher!
System - Refine yourself, before you advice on what we need to do!
Our families and friends can take care of us for true!