For My Unsung Sisters

Never have I known you,

Yet I know you well,

For your anguish echoes deep,

But your crime was too great,

Too crimson to be washed.

For all eyes know that,

You chose your sin,

The sin to be of your Caste.

For who forgives such sins?

Nope! Not in my land,

Too well was your pain,

Too familiar, your cry,

That no cold ears heard,

But don't let your heart grow heavy,

How heavier can it get though?

We'll erect a monument after you,

Cry laws for you till the ink dries,

Till your mother's tears run dry too,

Then like your sisters who Now,

Lie in unrest peace in tombs and ashes,

We'll silently close the chapter,

Till your anguish becomes echoes again,

Only heard by the forgotten.