Photo: Artem Maltsev
(The voice of the rape victim of the Hathras incident and uncountable other incidents in the country)
The wings got burned, charred to ashes
But I had things to settle, a life to nourish
I was dragged in the dark by the unknown
The venom that is oblivious to humanity
The other kind of human where emotions never flourish.
I have read, learned and captured treasured memoirs
Dying in the arms of loved ones, a fortunate thing to happen,
But I was deprived, injured and crushed so poor
They thrashed my soul and here it departed for heaven.
My dream to serve, to love and to nurture;
My dream to live in gratification;
My dream to see the smile,
And a dream of new beginnings
with my heart beating for a dear one.
All of those unfinished,
God this cessation was not expected
I heard the poison is out from the society, so am I
But who bothers, as the incomplete dreams,
Will wait till the next life,
The reason of the cessation of my dream is ambiguous still,
But who cares now, my dreams are abandoned for this life.
My only wish that my family on earth lives with strength
and never shed a tear,
But as I bid adieu, tears cannot be stopped,
My love cannot be snatched
And a day my dream will resurrect
and I will stay here forever.
works at Down Town University
and lives in Guwahati
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