Is it right?

Therse are the feelings of the indian molested girl, helpless and meek

Out in the rain.
Not feeling fine,
Stood a girl,
Weeping alone,

Her heart was heavy,
Mind was wavy,
Tears rolled down,
Fears scaled up

Was it right?
To hold me tight,
Thought the girl,
I should fight.

Where shall I go?
What shall I do?
Whom shall I say?
Where is the way?

The girl looked down,
With a frown,
Thinking hard,
Was he mad?


Her head was reeling,
She sat down fuming,
Closed her eyes,
Started praying

Save me, Oh God,
forgive him, my lord
This was not right,
To hold me tight