The Vile Stranger

Gowri Bhargav posted under PenMuse-62 Poetry on 2024-04-18



Anger soared When groping hands explored, My muted voice echoed with disdain. A nasty commute; I alighted from the train, But the lustful beast left an indelible stain, The stranger's face haunted me for days. And the trauma still stays Finding ways.