Gratitude

He beat her down mercilessly, left her in the abyss to die

Pulling her broken remains together, she strives on, don't ask why!

Oh! the misplaced faith in  piety and traditional law of virginity

And she says, "Thank you God, I know you did it all for me"

Those who tortured her for monetary and sheer material gains

Lie helpless, seeking her, as a balm to soothe and to ease their pains

Burning herself out, for kindness sake, she looks up and smiles sadly!!

And she says, "Thank you God, I know you did it all for me!!

He threw her out on her ear, gave her a kick, sent her on her way

And gave her a strange assurance that he prayed for her, every day...

Hanging her head, she laughs through bitter tears at the irony

And she says, "Thank you God, I know you did it all for me...

She is a walker, I know, she will gather herself and depart soon

To tarry, for her is dooming!! A flowing river, she is, like the  monsoon

In a hurry to reach the final home, she is now beyond all help worldly

And She says, "Thank you God, I know you did it all for me...