The Unfelt Pain

Born with the bags of aspirations,

Whose birth was an occasion of celebrations

Nurtured like an innocent bud,

Just to blossom on that sandy mud..

Her feet kissed this evil world,

Unaware of the pain she couldn’t hurl

Her eyes shed millions of tear,

But those hypocrites couldn’t hear..

Time passed by,

Now clouds vanished from the sky

The path though clear is blur,

Scars though seen are smear.

Yet walking on this coal,

Barefooted in this cold

Nothing has been easy,

Neither been whizzy…

They call her Nirbhaya,

But she feared the whole world..

They named her gudiya,

And they all played with her like a toy..