I CRY

Calling her indolent, inactive, shyly as frozen wood,
Forced her to embrace his joyous whip,
Reduced her to his toy
As ready to undergo any black deal,
Only to get shelter to live in.

My God, is this the same man,
Created in disguise of God,
Reduced her merely as butt of sex,
Sustained thy for only for hours,

Cried deep inside heart,
I as women, mere a body,
Fear shivered down to spine,
As engulfed by raw silence.