Stalking !

Years and years suffering a Trauma,
Now you believe in a process called Karma!
The day you lost your conscious,
That was the time when others became cautious.
Stallking! Is it what you are best at,
Or is it, you think it to be a part of an act.
Your eyes bother me a lot,
"Won't you agree?", a question asked really
 soft...
The way those eyes move,
Searching me...from my face to the toe.
I feel my hands cold without any glove,
That stare is really awful, just deviate it 
somewhere though.
Following me wherever I go,
Won't you feel shy or somewhat low?
The people stare at me,
When you follow my trail.
Why do they critisize me,
And offer you a Bail!
Girls have the right,
To live freely in a society.
They will even fight,
Against some stalker being shady.