She whimpers, she weeps.
For what,
to see you turn into soulless creeps?

She cleaned, she swept.
For what,
to see the promises you never kept?

She cooked, she fed.
For what,
to see the numerous hearts you bled?

She washed, she dried.
For what,
to see all the morals you fried?

She learnt, she taught.
For what,
to see you leave her dying to rot?

She listened, she followed.
For what,
to see all her dreams you swallowed?

She caressed, she loved.
For what,
to see her piousness being shoved?

She surrendered, she laid.
For what,
to see you gloat about the women you raped?

She watches, she bothers.
For what,
to see your mothers and sisters smother.

~K.  (कृतिका)

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