Celebrating the doom of independence

Celebrating the doom of independence

Liberation in its precipice gallops in the abyss of glee,

Callous whispers of unserved justice writhe the soul with pain that abhors the plea

Enamoured in the hues of the unleashed sense of patriotism, the nation recalls its vow to be an independent tribe,

Yet the dearth of the nation’s core enrages with stains of an innocent soul who was mercilessly massacred in the name of a man’s pride.

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We live in a nation that worships the holiness of women as goddesses who with fortune bless,

How tormented must the divine in the zenith be, when the unsatiated hunger of a man pounds of a woman’s flesh

Appalled by the call, silenced by the terror of malicious eyes,

A woman clothed in a saree, or in a dress, tears of atrocious torment she is bound to cry

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In the land of ethereal divinity, the fangs of animosity in every step seep within,

We reside in times where women saving lives are committing a sin.

The saviour of humanity, the ones who were once worshipped like gods,

Bleeding in its irony, are now rendered and tortured with the presence of merciless rods.

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My heart cries with every female who dreams just to be alive,

To be safe, to fulfil her dreams and make her family’s name thrive

Boiling with fury, in my rage I inquire the nation on its 78th day of Independence that it paves

How many more slaughters of Nirbhaya and Moumita would it demand for its daughters to be safe???