Rape in Temple
Educational institutions are sacred places. Most academicians have integrity and play significant role for welfare of students.
Unfortunately, some of them abuse girls, students have assignments and they abuse their power by forcing them to surrender for better grades.
This abuse of students is international phenomenon. Universities should have Police Student Liaison Officers in campus. I share a poem, which I Composed.
Poem
She dreamt of Uni,
A temple of education.
Some fun, boys and degree for secure future.
Assignments were tough.
She dreaded the meeting.
The man in white hair, removed his glasses.
His eyes moved from papers to her face.
Terrible, you will not pass.
Her naval contracted and she was sweating.
Glasses moved in her hands.
He whispered,” I like you.”
Life is exchange of energies.
She left the room.
Her hands trembled and phone nearly fell.
Your place or hotel was the question.
Shots of vodka did help.
She surrendered that night.
Body ached.
Mind filled with fog of sadness.
Smell of soap and warm water soothed her.
As her hands moved to pick the towel.
She wondered was she unlucky.Or all academics such bastards.
This book is dedicated to millions of lovely women, who are victims of manipulation by partners and society. Also to mothers, angels for children when they needed her, betrayed when she is old and need love and support.
Educational institutions are sacred places. Most academicians have integrity and play significant role for welfare of students.
Unfortunately, some of them abuse girls, students have assignments and they abuse their power by forcing them to surrender for better grades.
This abuse of students is international phenomenon. Universities should have Police Student Liaison Officers in campus. I share a poem, which I Composed.
Poem
She dreamt of Uni,
A temple of education.
Some fun, boys and degree for secure future.
Assignments were tough.
She dreaded the meeting.
The man in white hair, removed his glasses.
His eyes moved from papers to her face.
Terrible, you will not pass.
Her naval contracted and she was sweating.
Glasses moved in her hands.
He whispered,” I like you.”
Life is exchange of energies.
She left the room.
Her hands trembled and phone nearly fell.
Your place or hotel was the question.
Shots of vodka did help.
She surrendered that night.
Body ached.
Mind filled with fog of sadness.
Smell of soap and warm water soothed her.
As her hands moved to pick the towel.
She wondered was she unlucky.Or all academics such bastards.
This book is dedicated to millions of lovely women, who are victims of manipulation by partners and society. Also to mothers, angels for children when they needed her, betrayed when she is old and need love and support.