A lamb freely out in the open
A hungry tiger pounces from a virile mind
And an unfought battle
Behind the transparent bushes.
She finally succumbs to muscle power
All torn to pieces
Both from outside and deep within.
The blood-smeared fierce face wins
The voluptuous, soft flesh
In the modern jungle of lurid desires
And the living corpse exists
Helpless with her blues, bruises, blotted lot...
He emerges clean, washed with the water
Bought with the hefty pelf and power
While she is tanned and tarred
But comes to terms with the stigma;
Even the blood gradually fades its colour
Clotted on her badly scarred life.
Both come to light from the dark dungeon
Of the so-called civilized forest:
The tiger keeps nibbling her bit by bit
While the lamb writhes with torturous assaults...