"What's her name?"
My benchmate asked me,
Just as the new girl entered,
With all her glowing ebony beauty.
I thought about something,
Ignored him and simply so,
Continuing my reading of the drama.
He prodded on like a nagging child,
"Tell me, Atul, what's her name?
Who's that **** girl?"
His whisper was loud enough now,
The girl heard it as she climbed,
Climbed higher on the back seats and how.
I glared at my benchmate,
In disappointment & disgust,
It was him who I had befriended.
'Him! I befriended him!! Out of them all!!!'
I thought about my vulnerability in the society,
But I did not react to him out of that anger.
I just said, "What's in a name?"
He raised his eyebrows and moaned, "Huh?"
I said with mirth, "Yes! Someone like you will get her renamed!"
Half-an-hour slam poem I wrote in the Literary Club at my PhD college.
A tribute to Nirbhaya and women safety all around the globe.
My HP Poem #1724