Maya

I wonder how a woman feels;

When she lets someone touch her bare body!

The fault in the stars doesn’t matter before her trust I guess.

The faith she puts in that touch;

Oh God. Only “She” would know and feel it.

I wonder how a woman with a character feel;

When the fault in the stars appear.

And, the faith becomes a comet!

In a society,

Where screaming is not allowed;

And, the game of judgement always on cards;

I wouldn’t even dare to imagine how;

She lets herself take it all and move forward.

On whom would she scream when;

The hands she held weren’t there to wipe her tears?

What would she cover herself with;

When there isn’t a feeling to feel?

Whom would she complain about;

This unfairness of life?

Belief system would disappear and no wonder why;

She never lets her emotions erupt thereafter.

Independent she might;

But beneath, it’s not her body to be touched (again);

It should be a character that respects;

And kisses her whispering, “You’re beautiful”.