He looks at you from far,
You are ambrosia for him;
Not a threat at all,
He stalks you, you are Helen for him;
Follows you almost everywhere,
You are irritated, still no damage done,
He gets his claws on you, you are his prey,
No Helen, no ambrosia, he is a predator,
Now you feel this is a real threat.
You were the one, haunting my dream
I couldn’t just wake up and scream;
Identity of yours might take you away
But you would invade my mind anyway,
For them a decision must not be rushed
After all only a flower that I’m , meant to be crushed.
Conscience and consent, may not find a voice
Yet it is their way to me, I might not have a choice.
Culture we say shapes us and makes a man,
Can our culture be blamed, for an act so inhuman?