Who Has To Haul Over Coals?

Trepidating hollow minutes passed by,

She doesn't know,

how much time had passed by.

In dread she assumed,

may be a myriad of minutes had passed by.



She remembered,

she was walking on the road.

There were Flashes of light

following her everywhere.

She told them,

She doesn't like,

Flashes of teasing light

from a car or from a bike.



Those lights,

makes her body shiver,

makes her feel atrocious.

She found those eyes checking over her with titillating deliver,

seemed as if they are drunken malicious.

She refused their lascivious admit,

They gave her the obvious requite,

those brute ogres made her apoplectic.

Something splashed on her face,

Gave her no time to preface,

Just a ghastly harrowing burning sensation spreaded across her face.



That vicous liquid made

everything to coup apart,

Her face along her soul,

Her dignity and her vivacity.

That horrendous pellucid,

melted on little earth but

catastrophed her little sky,

plummeted her every try.



What should she do

with all those dissected feelings,

her orbits of living,

her covet to dancing,

her feel of mesmerizing.

What should we do to return

her will for dreaming,

her firm believing,

her right to have a complete feeling.



Now she is lying over bed

Pondering,

Does,

An eye for an eye,

A life for a life,

A face for a face,

A soul for a soul &

Acid for refusal

Is the future for fraternal.