"nirbhaya" poems
Who is the world to define mine right or wrong?
I am the one who decides it on my own
The world a crazy place, people so weird
Finding faults everywhere, while hiding in their beard
When you stand for the right,
They will advocate the wrong
Justifying the same
With million excuses in their thong
Nirbhaya ***** they say girl was characterless
Skirts, shorts, boyfriend, night shows - shameless
And inchoate, rightly arousing men to ****
One in coma now a four year old gang *****
Society mum when humanity disgraced???
Where are the people of so called decent family?
Who judge n criticize from hair to lamellae
If smoking kills, why is it not banned??
Beef eaters killed, man eaters praised on the land
Alcohol, marijuana bad for health
While more people die from terrorist attacks
Crores are spent to maintain a terrorist
To a soldier dying for the country, not even lakhs
A rich is a witch flaunting their gold
A poor a leech for things they cannot afford?
Without external beauty a person is a waste?
Your pennyless pocket how shall I grade?
Other’s loss is a righteous act of God?
Yours is a tragedy, unfortunate loss???
And then you have religion & morals
To justify your notions
Right or wrong, judgement filled oceans
I am a free spirit,
Born not to please your beliefs
Enough of hypocrite world I see
Killing and dividing on castes and creeds.
© Dr. PRERNA SINGLA, 13 Oct. 2015
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
What's in a name?
Let me tell you a story,
Of how my life changed,
And how my name changed,
Every time it appeared on the newspaper.
Replaced by a pseudonym,
Something to do with courage,
I was namelessly admired, slandered, and debated over,
Media’s Exclusive Coverage!
The newspaper headline read in big block letters:
“14 YEAR OLD GIRL SAVES SIX KINDERGARTNERS”,
That made me smile.
Just maybe I thought we had come that extra mile.
But no for I noticed,
My name was changed,
And the Printing Department was not at fault.
That’s just how my country dealt with ****** assault.
I never asked them to hide my name,
They had presumed, of course, that I was ashamed,
Of saving lives. It took me a minute to remember,
I had called Jyoti Nirbhaya for years.
I wanted them to know who I was,
Hiding I thought was for criminals,
Until I realized that I WAS one when,
On returning from the hospital I saw,
Pain in my mother’s,
Anger in my father’s,
And disgust in my relatives’ eyes.
No idea why a part of me had come expecting pride.
In school my “friends” guiltily refrained from talking to me,
Neither were my teachers too happy to see,
That I had returned to the same school,
Bringing with me my painful story,
Which I had mistaken as one of glory.
And when I went to receive the “Bravery Award”,
Only the trophy didn’t read compensation award.
They looked at me with too kind eyes calling me a “hero”
Their smiles told me they meant violated.
As I received the award,
I saw they were trying really hard,
To not let it show,
That they wanted me to know,
The difference between:
Bullet marks on the chest to bite marks on the breast,
Blue around the eyes to blue around the thighs,
Scratches on the fists to cuts on the wrists,
Loud screams in the cold to muffled screams against the cold,
The red of the torn ligament to the red of the torn *****
The difference between a soldier’s and a victim’s blood.
And suddenly I felt as if I was,
The rescued,
Not the rescuer,
The maimed,
Not the fighter,
The oppressed,
Not the rebel,
The hostage,
Not the warrior,
I thought myself to be.
What’s in a name?
Apparently, a lot.
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 11:36 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
Now more reasons to be fearless
your wretched statements
there is no love in anything
just ****** ***
all the more reasons to be a woman
all the more reasons to flaunt my fat **** thighs
my ****** dresses
coquettish smiles
drinks
until you are hanged by the government of India
Until then and more
I am nirbhaya
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 2:05 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
I am a daughter, your daughter, India’s daughter
But then? If I am your daughter…
WHY?
Did I go through immense torture?
Endless fear, suffocation and pain
In the end what did you gain???
I was alone, my friend was thrown and he was gone,
You were more and were so strong
What did I do wrong?
I thought life was bed of roses,
Full of love, affection and care.
BUT then
My views changed the day you made poses.
You tore me, cut me, shredded me into pieces,
I bled, cried, screamed, yelled till I was voiceless, motionless and nearly dead.
Nothing bothered you. You went on and on and on…
WHY?
I am a daughter, your daughter, India’s daughter
But then? If I am your daughter…
WHY? WHY? WHY?
Today I will rest in peace.
For you will know fear, suffocation and pain…
I wish all the daughters are safe and free
With no fear, pain and shame.
If you dare to do this again
I will rise and fight for what I deserve
And you will pay for what you deserve…
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 4:51 PM UTC
I have some questions,
Who the **** do i hold accountable?
And I know we've come so far,
We can now vote, drive and hustle on our own.
But,
Why we couldn't do it in the first place?
Why we still gotta cover ourselves?
Why do we still shame our women?
Why do we still **** our women?
Yeah, we have a long way,
Now we can go to uni and bars and sway.
But,
Why do we still slutshame our women?
Why do we praise single dads,
And i know it's good that they stay;
But why do we still mock single moms,
When they nurture the same?
And yeah, we've come so far...
But are we sure we're not going
Backwards after all?
Because what do you mean Afghani women can't become doctors?
What do you mean you say they can't get treated by men,
They can't get treated at all, their life's become vain?
What do you mean they can't speak in public or show their skin?
Why are we after our own kin?
What do you mean you've banned abortions?
And contraceptive pills too?
You say it's just a mistake,
That he's just neurodivergent,
And honestly that's just insulting towards them,
And i can already hear the sirens.
You say Musk did the Roman salute,
And not the **** one,
As if fascism makes it better .
What do you mean it's all good,
Until a billionaire is getting criticism?
You say everything is fine,
As if you don't keep banning books.
We all joke about "going places",
I think you're going Germany, 1939!
And what do you mean I'm more worried,
When the country isn't even mine?
You say 'Make America Great Again',
As if it was great in the first place.
Because what do you mean you all
Voted for a felon with with a straight face?
You called her Nirbhaya 2.0
As if Dr. Moumita was a movie sequel,
And not one of the million victims of ****
Why does it seem you all don't really care,
And it's like a trend formed everywhere?
At least some things are still consistent,
Like how equality and justice isn't served,
To neither Dr. Moumita or Atul Subhash in India,
And India cares more about India's Got Latent,
After all it brings more TRP to media.
I am so exhausted of all this ****
And how it has become so recurring.
And millions of my questions are still unanswered,
Who the **** do i hold accountable?
Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025 at 10:52 AM UTC