I am the daughter of India
I am the daughter of Bharat Mata
I am the Goddess you worship day in and out
I am the one whom you consider to be the life giver
But, what amazes me here is that I am here surviving for life
6 years, 8 years, 10 years ……
Well, India you now make me believe that age is just a number
I was dragged, stifled, raped and killed
The story doesn’t end here, this time the men have left me still
I am astounded, worried and petrified
When I saw people claiming rape to be religion specific
People were fighting, growling and howling
But amidst all this, no one thought that there was a life dying.
Nirbahya, Asifa or any other girl,
They didn’t see the age or the innocence, all they thought they were a piece of flesh
Everyone wanting to take a bite without considering their age or might
They say that a girl should know her limits, even if it comes at the cost of her spirit
Boys are strong; they can be free and roam out without any worry
How rude life can be, where one gender is strong, and other is weak making things go topsy-turvy.
Till now I knew a crime is a crime but now I have a different story,
The people who satiated their lust ignoring the age and woman’s glory
They tore it and ripped it apart
And here we are sitting discussing it on a political table making rape a religion label.
The ray of hope seems to be getting blurred but, I am still hopeful that one day I will have my share of life where I will not be a girl, a female gender rather a human with a smile.