Raped Off Life

Draped in a black scarf, she looked across with those matching dark eyes
,She stood waiting for the bus, lone, showcasing no disguise,

Clutching a bag under her arm she sat on a bench ,Gazing into a blank space, she sat hunched with a bent,

A man from somewhere came and sat right in front of her,
Her eyes seemed suddenly alert and her movement quickly stirred,

As the man sat reading a paper unaware of her presence,
She stood up and walked away blankly, her fear devoid of any pretence,

The april heat smeared around her , even though,
She clutched the black cloth tightly, covering her senses sore,

I thought she was shielding herself from every glimpse and sight,
But her eyes had already drowned into the black, blocking every hope of light,

She sat there rocking back and forth, her lips trembling, may be uttering,
Head leaning ahead, but eyes wandering, might even be searching,

Against the black of the fabric, her skin shone brightly in the sun,
But the lining of black against her eyes, smudged throughout her face, like a burn.

The bus honked its way into the station , to an empty patch within her vision,
She stood in a flash with the noise, walked her way through the waiting crowd in unison,

Handling the crumpled ticket to the conductor, which had been hiding in her fist ,
She glanced to the ground all this time, stretching her black sleeve to cross her wrist,

I saw her last, while she looked across the window, eyes still blank,
Eyes that told a tale, of her life which was like a moth eaten plank,

So brittle, she would break any moment,
But the world would never hear her, as her soul was killed silent .

There are many like her, who are being killed everyday,
Right in their homes, with hands that bury them several times in every way,

But they still live life, in this world of love and war,
Dead for any love, and killed by the war which they lose under the sun and the stars.