No, I haven't experienced the daunting tragic moment and I sincerely hope, all of you reading this poem have not been there too. The way the rape ratio in our country had taken a leap and after hearing the latest Rohtak's hospital rape episode, the thoughts were haunting me. Neither, I am living with such pain nor I may have the capacity to understand it completely. To be honest, these words may not be able to heal the wound but I wrote it wondering how we as woman may want to deal with it. I have written it in English to reach wider readership but couldn't help ending the poem without four lines in Hindi. You are most welcome to share it with others if wish to become the voice (The image here is fromindiatimes.com).
Before you start reading, may I ask for 'an apology', if, in the heat of putting emotions down, I may have hurt or offended any one of you. Believe me, when I say, my intention is pure and simply a small effort to be someone's voice if I am able to. Amen!
White walls and a strange smell it was
More like a vegetable, there she was,
She opened her eyes, there was some pain
She said,she tried, but it was in vain
Her eyes had tears telling an unspoken story
Her mom said she was feeling sorry,
There were marks on her skin which were red
But from inside, she was already dead
She was the daughter every dad wanted to protect
She was the twinkle of her mother’s eye,
She was the sister every brother wanted to have
She was that gem for whom friends wanted to die
Her father told her she was just like his son
So she never thought she could be won,
The trauma moment came very silently
When, for her own life, she had to run
She found it impossible to forget
It was too early for her, as yet,
All eyes around her seemed to be in shock
They wondered, could she be able to walk,
Her smile was not the same anymore
Now and then she kept on wandering at the door
Seeing the wounds, all wondered, was that a human
Who, for his momentary gain, attacked a woman?
Was it his masculinity or a mere pleasure?
That he couldn't think of her more than a treasure
Was there anyone who could hold her hand?
No, she didn't care anymore who could be that man,
Her screams were more about facing the fear
That howcome, she had let that demon come near
She could sit quiet for life and wait
But she decided to fight her fate,
She didn't want him to be put behind bars
She wanted him to have similar scars,
How she wished she could hear those cries
He could breathe but his soul too dies,
One day, these marks would fade away
Nevertheless, he would have to pay
Yes, she is a naïve woman but won’t get weak
How hard he try to hide his sin, she would speak,
Her story of a young girl in that very dark night
And about him who grabbed her out of everyone’s sight,
What was happening with her and how she was battered?
How he kept on molesting, thinking raping her was his right,
What he left with her was a shattering soul and no ray of light
But she chose to become the voice of every girl’s plight…..!!!
"Mat soch mein darungi tujh jaise bhi haiwaan se
Tu darr apne us ghinone paap se
Taud ke mujhe, tu bhi nahi reh payega zinda
Aisa haal hoga tera, royega tu apni mardaangi pe".....!!!!
