Delhi's Devil
And they have done it again.
Once every forty minutes
Those subhuman brutes do it.
A kind of heinous crime, our bodies
Bruised, deformed as mangled soldiers,
Our intestines
Forced out lay coiled, gangrenous
Like injured snakes, battered
Spewing venom.
Cast off its defenceless veneer.
Oh ye, the world, let’s kill
The rapists with the sharpest sting.
The violent ‘retribution’, ‘outrage of
Modesty’, ‘gory bloodshed’ must
Disappear once and for all.
Soon, soon we should cherish
Freedom that is not for sale;
Peace un-negotiated.
We women may well be fair skin and
Dense hair, we are also the mind,
The heart, the soul that is dearer than life.
Women are Brahma, Durga.
The gurgling springs and dark woods;
The embodiment of all that is auspicious.
Yet the brutes dragged us to the streets,
They mutilated us with their fangs,
And drank our blood for centuries.
The justice of the policemen, the comments
Of the ministers are never very pure and true,
We did not know what to do.
We have tolerated far too long,
The shriek melts to a mum, the air stills
The heart signals the coming of a tempest.
There are black holes in our minds,
And scare in our hearts, it is time yes
Oh all rapists, to castrate the whole lot of u.
Meghna Maiti
ENDS
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