#nirbhaya
कैसे छटपटाया है वो
उसने कोई दलील ना छोड़ी
कोई अदालत नहीं छोड़ी
कड़ियां तक भी तोड़ी
फिर भी जिंदगी हार गया
जब वो हारा कोई रो ना पाया
इसी तरह छटपटाई होगी वो
उसने भी बहुत मिन्नत की होगी
उसने सबको फरियाद की होगी
हिम्मत भी नहीं छोड़ी होगी
फिर भी जिंदगी हार गई
जब वो हारी तब सब रोयें
उसको भुला नहीं पाए।
-अनु सिगंला
Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 4:57 AM UTC
On a late foggy winter night,
Walking down the lane with a heavy mind
For it was December and celebrations were at hind,
Harrowing two years, all alone in the metro flew;
Sacrifices for those pennies, for a perfect Christmas back home.
All seemed so near while chatting with him, my plans
Never knowing it was soon to be my “black day”.
Soon to be punched, tossed and gnawed upon
To be jeered and taunted, thrown off like a rag doll,
All for a reason of being born:
For being in this world, born as a ‘girl’.
Oh! in that hell on Earth, with those savage beasts
All alone. Do ask them, didn’t I?
Did I not beg, fall at your feet, as you tore off my tee?
Didn’t I bawl as every atom of me revolted your entry?
Did I not plead for a water drop, as every ounce of my energy drained?
Slowly it hit me how I ceased being a human, more like a prop for them.
Desperately I fought that day, **** and on my own-
Losing battles for my pride and for justice one after another,
Lying down on the road, I did hope for Santa to come early that year
Wishing he would put another day in my ‘Christmas stocking’.
Just to show these cannibals — how it feels,
To be left of nowhere — Neither dead nor living for 13 long days.
I know I am a dying light, yet I wish someone would kindle it;
Awake the sleepy heads across the nation to fight-
For there are more “Nirbhayas” across the country and the world
Battling against many more shameless dastards
Wearing innocent angel like smile in the morning,
But as dusk sets in, the Lucifer returns to hunt.
Find them, **** them — no, it’s not for revenge,
It’s from the brave heart, a prayer-
For there shouldn’t be another me… not now and not ever.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 2:50 AM UTC
Acrostic poem
Necessity of society
Intensity of people agitation
Redefined the common man’s power
Boiling over attacks on women
Hot-tempered youth
Ashamed to say
Yardstick of behavior
Assault on women go unreported
-Naveen
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 1:36 AM UTC
That December night happened
an act so traumatic.
It proved that humanity
had really turned pathetic.
It was a fatal wound
in the human history.
The fight she braved
will remain for more than a century.
The story of Nirbhaya,
the story of the fearless one.
Such was her fight
that she had ,both, lost and won.
How merciless they were,
those five, cruel villains.
The crime they committed
caused anger in the hearts of billions.
They assaulted.
They attacked.
With their senses drained
her innocence, they hacked.
They left her lying
bare, bleeding and injured.
Her death was certain,
that they had insured.
Her breathing became slow
but she never let it falter.
She decided to challenge fate
and fate she did alter.
She lay in the hospital
fighting for her living.
I can and I will do it,
she kept on believing.
She was an inspiration.
She was a bright light.
She made women vow
for justice they should fight.
The story of Nirbhaya.
The story of the fearless one.
Such was her fight
that she had, both, lost and won.
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 8:00 AM UTC