When in broad day light
You grop me
In the bus full of people
With their eyes finding scenary
Where my palpitations are not visible
When walking back to home
You just stuck your tongue
Muteing not only my voice
But my soul too
When people dismiss me
On basis of choice of my clothes
When nights go blind
And my voice echo
With sound of terror
With Adriline rushing through veins
When only instict should be fight or flight
But my body go numb
When my clothes are tattered
But your pleasure blooms
When my strength dies , with me
From the weight of your body
When our body cojoins
And my soul crushes
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