I was there, happy, smiling
Walking on the road, thinking
Kicking pebbles, watching
Looking the cloud of dust, blinking
Saw a bus, it was approaching me
I waved my hand, with a glee
It stopped, driver presented a grin
Into the bus I went, was it a sin
There were five living creatures in
it
Often known as “human kind”, not “kind”
albeit
They glared me, I was scared
In their eyes it was grim, in mine it
was fear
Trespassing comments, vulgar talks,
I got upset, stumped, in corner of
eye it was a tear
Soon their talks got intense, all
dirty, non sense
I soon realized something bad was
going to happen
I started shouting; I thought it was
a weapon
But it was a secluded road, no one to
hear my voice
I rushed to the gate to jump, I had
no other choice
But the beasts then showed their real
face
Rushed to me, one threw me on the
seat, others were at a chase
I cried, I tried, and I fought, all
in vain
Was witnessing hell, was enduring
pain
They were beasts with dirt in mind
And I was regretting on being human
kind
First, second and third, then I was unconscious
Blood and tears, pain and cries,
gloomy and lugubrious
They threw me on the road, to hurt,
to die
I found myself in hospital under hue
and cry
In a day or two all were normal and
casual
No one bothered for my justice,
punishment for the cruel
Martinet my destiny, I am not from a
big city
Not much of people are aware in my
vicinity
No media houses, no women welfare societies
for me
No one took a stand to fight, to
listen to my plea
Tears in my eyes, and hatred for all,
known or unknown
I now can see around me everyone is a
clown
Hiding its real face, hiding the real
intentions, fake worry
They raise voice just to be famous,
no real regrets, no sorry
I am a girl of small village, I am vulnerable,
They found me an easy target, weak
and feeble
No one asked whether the guilty got
nabbed,
Under political discussions and sixes
of IPL, all are grabbed
I am alone, fighting the stigma, rising,
wiping my tears
To face the world again, to face my
fears
I will fight this all alone, no
matter how long it will
Just a small request to all the
inhabitants of my great nation
Don’t call yourselves conservators of
great cultures,
You are just the scavengers, the wild
vultures
Eager to eat the flesh out, you enjoy
one’s shout
Keep with you your fake care, fake
furry
If possible, just in your heart, feel
a little sorry…
Simply outstanding.. U brought it out so well..heart goes out to her
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ReplyDeleteSuperb! I had tears in my eyes as I read it. You have brought out the pain and anguish very well.
ReplyDeleteThanks reema,
ReplyDeleteAbhishek the incident had touched you very badly. but well thought and written. I think u have delivered everything what that poor girl wanted to say, No one was there to hear her. her voice became silent, tears roled out that is the only thing she was left with....But hats off to your thought....I wish some ray of hope for our nation to come in future....
ReplyDeleteThanks much ma'am....
DeleteIt's sad but true ...heart wrenching ....you wrote it in a simple but powerful manner .
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Oh thank u sooo,much ma'am :):):)
ReplyDeleteSimply superb... I am speechless...
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