GAZING EYES

Her gazing eye,

Was asking me, Why do I?

Speechless we, can't answer why?

Not a grown-up, barely a teenager, 

Almost now she started discovering her world as an admirer,

It wasn't her fault,

Schoolgirl, she was,

Like other girls, was enjoying her new epoch,

The monster they were, 

snatched her beauty without a second thought

How she will endure this scar lifelong?

Who will make them understand?

If the same happens with them, how will they accept?

It's we, who create this difference,

Instead of teaching to respect a girl,

We teach them not to behave like a girl,

As if being a girl, you lose all power,

And as a boy, you can even twist the river.