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TRIBUTE ... you live in our hearts...

Sensing the stench of a nasty eve,
I sit like a corpse, Stiff and cold
Gazing outside to see the charm of nature
My mind hard and frozen from inside…
One fine morning it was,
When the deadliest news reached my ears,
Of a girl who got brutally raped,
By heartless minds on earth…
Miles apart were we,
Attached to in no phase of life
Knowing little of her self
I spare a thought for the demise…
Feeling close to her
Being a woman, the only cause…
A rain drop fall on me,
And the drizzle shook me from the thoughts.
The pain of helplessness so potent,
I wish to cry aloud…
But fearing the human world
Even tears loath to come down…

Being taught to live as the ordinary,
At the feet of men for all the time,
Sacrifices well thought-out as innate
Getting nothing in return…
The feminist in me rise swift with time,
Craving to question the evils
For why pleasure for seconds take a life?

Seeing myself in her position,
As the sole breadwinner of a family…
I could perhaps imagine the loss
Of a girl who meant a lot to her parents,
Most pampered in the midst of many,
Yet grown enough for her age…

Her laughter no more to be heard,
But her very last cry, deep like anything,
Echoing in the house, like a scar of the trauma…
Alas the father’s girl was gone forever…

The cruelest sins of all ages,
To rip a part of one’s body…
Ignoring the soul residing in it,
And smashing the hopes of a family

The tears would dry before long…
The protest to perish in a while,
Prayers that would pass away,
And just that would be denied,
Still one thing would thrive…
The fatality of women in our motherland...


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