Whose fault?

She played and buttered the ray 

Taking care of the house rubbing her tiny hands 

And tiring her immature body 

She looked at the window recharging her body 

To get back to her chores steadily 

Before the sun set, 

She sighed alone at home waiting the members to come

No one around, she roamed

A smash to her back and a weird smell to growl

Unconsciousness driving from the nose, she fell apart 

Darkness was beyond the blacks 

Unknown was beyond the known 

Thrown to the thorns of the bushes 

The return of consciousness was worsened to flow 

Dirtied to the fullest, get away impure, they pushed 

“Bad guy in the village” she knew 

Her high pitched baby voice cried for the compassion 

Police station, she was thrown 

“Case lagyo” she said 

That was the only known, 

Thrown away from her residence for the society’s claim 

Again to this world of misery, 

Isn’t the generation flying? 

Rooted to their hunger and polluted nerves 

Stemming from their stereotypical neurons 

What a luck they hold.

Spilling onto someone’s entire life for the seconds of pleasure 

Shoving onto the uncontrolled drives

when it resided on the controls fault

Still the unknown is pointed for the actions 

“My family doesn’t love me anymore”

“Bigrera hideko bhayera”  

When she was just breathing the air and beholden a soul in the body 

She was unfaulty from the tip to root and side to beside 

Still a question for whose soul is dirty?