Please tell me what she did wrong
On that bright sunny December morn
Hanging out the wash on the terrace
Helping her Mom.
A medical intern
A family's pillar of support
A kid brother's pride
Backbone of a
Hard-working household
Barely middle class
Struggling for a foothold.
To success.
To better days.
That last morning
Maybe 7 am...Or 8?
Her last happy place.
I am choked up.
I am all broke up inside.
I cannot write dry eyed about
Her wild ride.
Close to midnight.
For her then
And now
For my heavy heart.
Sons of Belial
Let loose on earth
Battering her
Tearing her entrails.
The moon wails.
Gaia screamed in hell
But I have taken your
Fearless tale.
Tigress by the tail.
Since that dread
December night
You were raped
In a moving bus to hell.
I have hated since
The life of Pi.
For the life of me
I can't tell you why.
But the tiger's jaded eye
Makes me shudder
Makes my cry
Weak with fear, voided,
Loose limbed with dread.
But ...
Lovely Nirbhaya ever since
That night,
You murdered fear
With your dying breath
With your stubborn
Battle with death.
You fought for all of us
Woman who are caged.
You refused to lie down
And die.
Looked fear in the eye
And lived briefly
To teach us
Fear must die.
(c) Amrita Valan 2017
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