An innocent 8 year old
with two ponytails and a runny nose…
Kidnapped, drugged and brutally - repeatedly raped
raped in the premises of a temple, they say
temple of the Goddess of strength and protection...
and then stoned to death
by men the age of her brother, father and grandfather...
When Hindu Nationalist women, yes women
and men came out in support of the rapists
this rape, child rape was wrapped in communal colour
and murder mired in religious politics...
During this hour of National turmoil
head of the government of our country, hid in silence
then went all the way to London
to speak of pride, during his staged conference
While the opposition did come out in support
but only to play the blame game, perhaps for the future votes..
Shame ! My head hangs in shame!
insurmountable shame and disgust
and my heart sinks within me..
Why do voice of all the public protests go unheard?
Why do flames of the Candlelight vigil, die?
Why can’t we differentiate between wrong and right ?
Why can’t we, as a nation, for once unite?
Apathy, apathy of our system…
Police shows no interest until public outpour
dying justice mourns our crippled Judiciary
even the most distressing of issues is communalized
and in support of the culprits morally challenged people start an uproar
Slender hope of getting justice,
kills the rape survivors everyday
deceased rape victims look down from heaven in empathy
awaiting that one doomsday...
My beloved India,
How many Nirbhayas should sacrifice
for you to realize that you are not raising your men right ?
How many Asifas should die
for you to realize that your justice has become a mirage for women today ?
Rise India, rise..
have guts, guts to stand up for your daughter, sister, mother and wife...
let not your protests be confined,
confined to say for a week after the crime..
Show your anguish, show your rage
keep your fury for those who have done your women wrong
let not the flames of your fire die,
until a just, crime-free and a more human India is re-born
© 2018 ulkamahara