A Daughter

A girl with a stetho

Raised with tear, with care

Till she became what she was

She had been a sense of pride

A feeling of calm to her parents

Then a night came

She had to scream

Her spectacles broken

Eyes bled... she stopped

The city rose

The crowd thickened more and more

Courts and courtesans bloomed in gloom

Now she waits for justice

Somewhere in sky

Her mother's eyes will never, ever dry

I am a girl, laptop in hand

You might be another, Probably

A teacher or a governess

Whoever we are we see

Deep nails, red eyes in crowd, in dark

Will Maa come today?

To bring solace in us..