Nirbhaya Bhabatu Varata

A tearful tribute to ‘Nirbhaya’ and all other women who had been a victim of rape and violence and yet to receive justice. If we don’t stop this demon, none of our women - our mothers, our daughters, our wives or sisters – none of them are safe.

Slowly silently here they come.

And the voice deeps down,

As it chocks to mum

They start painting faces

With gloomy sheds of gray

A shrinking whisper just faded in ear

Did it offer a pray?

Stop it please! She begged her life

What’s the matter to cry?

Laugh, and laugh your heart full out

Oh! She’s bound to die

Death is not so easy - does it?

And was never so loud

Creeping down her tears to spine

Darken, drunken cloud

Slowly silently hear they come

She hear their steps beside

Splitting on her jittered soul

Sodden in virile pride

Now she takes a step forward

Crawling in heaven’s bed

Washing out all the sheds of gray

In the BLOODY RED

Your flesh is rotten

Your hands are wet

And your thoughts are about to die

In this filthy, lousy world

Your SILENCE, what you can’t defy!

Wake up! Oh, Dear! Dear Nation!

Your daughter’s being thrown in dump!

She’d the right to live like us!

And again, we’ve chocked to mum!