LETTER FROM THE RAPIST

FAN : -

Hello Shiney,
I was your big fan,
Until today, till I got to know,
You raped your maid.

What the hell you did,
You made me disappointed,
I never expected such a thing from you,
Did you forgot, you are a film artist?

Everyone sees you and get inspired,
Even I saw your movie,
Hazaron Khwaishein Aisi,
Metro and Gangster.

You act so well,
But what the hell you did,
You forgot your social prestige
And become rapist.

If you were so desperate,
So why you didn’t approach the brothel?
You could have copulated with any escort,
I hope money is no matter.

You have a huge fan following,
Any pretty girl would have agreed to sleep with you,
Even if you will not ask them,
They themselves will be pleased to satisfy you.

But all these options,
Are not needed,
When you are already married,
And have a baby.

How could you say,
That you did with consensual,
When a girl is claiming it,
To be brutal.

You disappointed me a lot,
I am no more your fan,
You have forgotten your persona,
Now you deserve nothing else.



SHINEY AHUJA : -

Dear fan,
I don’t know your name,
But I am sorry,
I am sorry, ya men.

Even I don’t know,
How I committed such a crime,
I was not within myself,
My body was not mine.

But you can’t understand,
The trauma through I was passing,
When you are almost separated,
Without family, alone you are living.

It’s easy to give an advice,
To go to brothel,
But my dear friend, couldn’t media had followed,
As it’s not legalized here.

I can’t do any wrong,
With any of my fan,
Even if we think of it,
Before that we are blackmailed.

If there had been a legal prostitution,
I could had used the services,
But we are living in an ethnic, traditional country,
Where it’s not possible for granted.

But now I respect prostitutes,
Because of them many lives are saved,
Otherwise many girls had been raped and murdered,
Lead to live in hell.

For money,
They provide their virginity,
Absorbs all sexual desire,
Which could be faced by others forcibly.

It’s not an easy life of a star,
As it seems to you,
Having needs to satisfy, along with money,
We can’t satisfy few.

How much I was desperate,
Even I don’t know,
Devil of mine awoke that time,
And I did wrong.

I committed a serious crime,
Now I have lost fame, fan and pride.
My self respect is gone,
I am regretting and want to die.