Woice
Woice
Nov 7 · 1 min read
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While she wriggled in pain
Your bells rang in join to cover it up !

When her hymen was torn
Your hymns united to make up for it !

While she stinked of the vulgarity around
Your scentsticks aromatized to compensate !

When it was inhumane cruelty beside you
The same humans found divinity in you !

Dear god,
I am disgusted to be your believer

And dear Asifa,
I am ashamed of our society

-Nileena Thomas

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