She broke it....

And one day she broke it,

The day when that littlest courage in her was lit..

A storm came a month ago and bought autumn to her spring life,

Oh God! Why her? Some days later she was to be a wife..

Abducted to a deserted room behind a blood curling graveyard,

Beneath a half lighten light bulb she was every day jarred..

Bulb emits light, light is a symbol of hope,

But she got the light when she was to be roped..

All day long the bulb was off to give the terror of darkness she had in her life,

But every night he used to on the bulb for light to rape his 'to be wife'..

Nothing was there in that room except that one bulb,

Eye witnessing her excruciating pain when after a week she would have food to gulp..

The bulb knew her fear she went throughout the day thinking about the night,

It cursed itself as to why on her being naked it has to emit light..

It would scream ," take me and cut his every part which is giving you pain."

But she who couldn't move a single step because of that every night rape, her every effort went vain..

And one day the beast forgot to give darkness to her day,

That day the bulb's light to encourage her found its way..

A hope of courage enlightened her body and soul,

To get her everything back the monstrous beast stole,

That night when he came to quench his shameless lust,

Tried to lighten the room with the bulb unaware it was going to thrust..

That day she finally broke the bulb and cut his every piece which abused and tortured her soul,

To see the lightness of the life she gathered herself all..

That day she was free to feel the eternal light which gave her hope,

The bulb, it's light and that littlest hope freed her from every rope..