A Predator’s Confession, A Society’s Reflection




                                             A Predator’s Confession, A Society’s Reflection!!


It was 10 PM, late at night,
She walked alone, within my sight.
I caught her hand, gripped her tight—
To possess her, that felt right.

She screamed, she struggled, tried to flee,
But what she had, belonged to me.
I’m a man, with burning fire,
And she had what feeds desire.

So I took it—yes, I did.
Her fear? Her pain? I closed the lid.
Her voice meant nothing to my pride,
Her “no” was something I pushed aside.

And then I blamed her, loud and clear:
“She asked for it—what was she doing here?”
In those clothes, with that stride,
No man could ever be denied.

Her honour? Please, don’t speak that name.
She owns her grief, she bears the shame.
After all, I walk away—
Free and proud—
While she hides in dismay.

And that’s the world we live in today.


Sukant Shandilya

15th April 2025

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