The flame of justice,
For Nirbhaya was burned,
In the passage of time...
Who am I - Someone trying to convey its life journey and what it means to be a ... well find out
It's late as I can feel my Mommy crawling into bed.
I wonder why she's crying, as I feel her pat my head.
Gun was a toy, for this young teenage boy
If you still preach,
The drama of your religion,
Then I don’t know...
They were tasting every bit of her skin
Yeah, she was a victim of some men,
the fear still persists, what if, this could happen again.
Will you hold the light over me,
When I walk all alone...
why go in search of a false God,
When you got a real God who is your true lord.
He had shoot her with his words,
He tried cut her with his eyes,
He tried take her pride,
But still, like air, ...
The sound of water blends in with her thoughts where she was found.
Can you hear me scream?
'Cause I am screaming out louder,
We are ashamed as human lives
“We found the note lie behind his prison,” said the chief.
A beautiful day was now in the arms of a demonic night....
For this, we have no dogma,
But only rationality and removal of society's cancer!
A diary, a narration, an introspection that speaks horror : Yes its the diary of a rape survivor who has lost any reason...
These stories happened yesterday, today, and for many tomorrows to come for timeless generations.
With a dearth of soul and an object to play,
Her epidermis became their meal for the day...
He raped me once
And they are raping me daily
Was that my mistake??