The sun rose again today
Just like the every day screams
Which comes from nooks and corners
Of my cities, villages and streets
My country called India
‘Mera Bharat Mahan’
Is shamed yet again
Dekho kahan gayi iski shaan ?
It’s no big deal you know
Girls-women-moms-daughters
Some sisters and some wives
Who pleaded to let them go
Pleaded to an inhuman tribe
But were Remorselessly snatched and ruffled
Beaten and murdered
Of their souls and their pride
Rape is very common here
As common as our own breath
Which comes and goes every second
But we just remain unmoved ~ unaware
And those monsters who roam free
With froth in their heads
How strong is your device
That you could turn deaf
To a crying pleading life
Didn’t your conscience pinched you even once
To commit this hideous crime
Are you dunce ?
No candles no marches
Could turn you humane
Just as those slogans
Innumerable signed petitions
That couldn’t move the top guns
Holding those big chairs
they still wish to wait
before they dissect her
As a ‘Allah’ or a ‘Ram’
So, Why not we just kill – that girl child
Who is yet to be born
She won’t get too far anyways
Soon she will be robbed and torn
Go kill each girl now
That resides in your homes
This earth this country is no longer safe
Nor is your own home ….
Disclaimer: This poem is a satire. The author is not recommending anything here. This is plainly written out of anguish and anger , mocking the state of affairs in this country.
In response to The Daily Post
NaPoWriMo day 12
My Life Is My Making 
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