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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.
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 2:50 AM UTC
namitanna
NIRBHAYA : THE FEARLESS
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.
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