A few lines that I wrote, as I saw the protests at India Gate, showing solidarity with the New Delhi gang rape victim and countless others that happen all over India and not just gang rapes, but crime against women in general and the anger that I could feel bubbling in the heart of people against the apathy that is shown not just by the authorities, but also by society in general. And it's after a long time that I have seen the Indian mindset so ruffled and awakened, questioning itself and it's psyche. And I hope that this ruffling will not settle down, rather that it will bring about a change that has been long awaited.
Naked
alone
she lay waiting
for
the rage,
to melt into her veins
for
the rage,
to turn cold
and turn into
the wrath
that shall become
the unbecoming
of the chains that had long held her tied.
She lay waiting
to be reborn
from the embers
of the fire of the rage
that had been long contained
beneath
her
endurance
that has lasted centuries long.
She lay waiting
the carcass frail now,
after
tolerating since centuries
discrimination
suppression,
oppression
to turn
her patient unbending endurance
into an Inferno.
After centuries
of having waited
for the change,
She is now awake
milk in her breast curdled
her womb barren
her heart beating with rage
She will now not rest
till
she sees
her daughters and sisters safe
she will now not surrender
till
she sees
their dignity restored
she will not let her wrath die
till
she sees
their shackles forever torn
she will now stand guard
against
the society
that trod upon her,
strangled her voice,
forced her into becoming a shadow
THE WOMAN
now lies wide awake from her long slumber
and
she shall not sleep again
till
she seeks
the justice that has for so long has been denied to her.
Naked
alone
she lay waiting
for
the rage,
to melt into her veins
for
the rage,
to turn cold
and turn into
the wrath
that shall become
the unbecoming
of the chains that had long held her tied.
She lay waiting
to be reborn
from the embers
of the fire of the rage
that had been long contained
beneath
her
endurance
that has lasted centuries long.
She lay waiting
the carcass frail now,
after
tolerating since centuries
discrimination
suppression,
oppression
to turn
her patient unbending endurance
into an Inferno.
After centuries
of having waited
for the change,
She is now awake
milk in her breast curdled
her womb barren
her heart beating with rage
She will now not rest
till
she sees
her daughters and sisters safe
she will now not surrender
till
she sees
their dignity restored
she will not let her wrath die
till
she sees
their shackles forever torn
she will now stand guard
against
the society
that trod upon her,
strangled her voice,
forced her into becoming a shadow
THE WOMAN
now lies wide awake from her long slumber
and
she shall not sleep again
till
she seeks
the justice that has for so long has been denied to her.
