Was she to be blamed?

[I wrote this piece way back in my first year in college. This maybe somewhat rustic as this is one of the first pieces I have written. Yesterday, while going thru my old files, I saw it and thought of posting it here.]

Sitting in the local train alone
she was happy, dreaming of her fiancé.
Suddenly the dream broke, her station had come;
Stepping down the train too, happy was she.


On the road back home, though she was alone,
she was happy, dreaming of her marriage on the day to come.
In a dark alley, she saw some loafers loitering around;
She smiled at them, she never knew why.


One shouted, “Oh! Look th’lass’a inviting”
She knew something was wrong for sure.
She tried to run but couldn’t cover more;
They forced her down in the streets beside her fiancé’s door.


They tore her clothes and tore her body.
The hyenas had come to feast.
Rough as they were, they caused her a lot of pain;
“Help! Please!”, she shouted and shouted, but in vain.


And at last when each one was done
they left her there, lying on the road.
Tired and ashamed she cried and she cried;
When tears stopped she slept, naked on the road.


How she came there, she never knew
but she came up in a hospital, that she was sure.
On the day of her marriage, the dailies had written of her fate;
People were talking and talking full of hate.


No one came to see her, to get her discharged
Her near and dear ones were too ashamed to be seen with her.
Her fiancé started seeing another girl, and that’s when she gave in;
She tried suicide but even God wouldn’t take her in.


And then lying in her hospital bed
all tubed up and filled with lot of pain;
She kept asking her lord –
“Dear God! Was I really to be blamed?”