Seeing the fine beauty,
donned by the mortals of femininity,
he is enthralled,
gets driven under a curse uncalled.
Love doesn’t dwell in him.
Wild desires cling to his heart’s rim.
He isn’t any Love Anarchist,
but a brutal Rapist.
A person of an unsound mind,
satisfaction is what he ties to find.
Narrow aisles and dark corners,
are where camouflage these hunters.
Waiting patiently,smoking a cigarette,
devoid of any saddening regret.
He prepares the setting like a Scientist,
but he is still a Rapist.
Unimpressed by her innocence,
he drags and tortures her beyond endurance.
The ruthless torment and suffering
brings wounds subjected to no healing.
He is indifferent to the pain.
The cries and screams of her go in vain.
He bats at the lass’ nape,
and completes a Rape.
He renders her robbed,
her dignity and pride finely chopped.
She lays there still
with her soul approaching the Heaven’s Hill.
Unmoved, deprived of any guilt.
He walks boldly without any slightest tilt.
He pushes the deformed corpse into the cape,
and that is how ends a Rape.
The carcass sinks there,
at the seabed all bare.
While the Satan runs afoot,
finds a cozy hiding and stays put.
There wasn’t any witness
to elucidate the darkness.
Weeks later, he goes scot-free
with no one got anything against him to see.
Yes its the present plight,
when a rapist escapes out of the sight.
Years roll away,
the kith and kin loosing the hopeful ray.
Pursuit,Pleasure and Pages lost,
is what happens the most.
These are the acts involved in a rape,
with the culprit still breathing in a perfect shape.