Personal Tragedy Commercialized

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Take a moment and think, 
of those raped and the others afraid to be 
Those innumerable subconscious strategies;
that constant lingering fear, Do you not see?

Countless lessons painfully shared;
avoid dark lanes, keep a pepper spray!
The frantic mother reminding you;
be back before the day light fades away.

Can you feel the mounting panic,
heart thumping and throat drying?;
The car with drunk yelling "aye chalti hai?"
and the several frigid eyes prying;

Touched against her wish,
by inquisitive tutors and frisky bosses.
Are you telling me that a girl's destiny, her LIFE; 
is determined by the coin he tosses!

I'm born human!
I was told I have rights too! 
But beyond books when reality strikes,
there is no law, no system to reach out to. 

When I gather guts to complain, 
"Why you?" "What did you do?" I'm asked. 
"Believe me Maa!" Trust your child! 
that saintly man is only a devil in disguise.

I saw you lit up candles for me! 
I saw you go on hunger strikes!
Why are you mummed? What fears you then? 
When I'm teased right before your eyes!

The police and the laws come a step later, 
let the need not arise;
STOP objectifying me! 
Stop piercing me with those lustful eyes!

Forming committees and supporting reports,
about which you have no clue;
you want to see a change in law,
Well me? I wait to see a change in YOU.

Tell me you'll stand up!
Tell me you'll protect me! 
Prove it's wrong what i realized, 
That it's more, indeed more than just a PERSONAL TRAGEDY COMMERCIALIZED.

Comments

  1. Unknown2 October 2013 at 11:13

    We would stand up, and we would protect,
    But afraid YOU will back down, and you will retract.

    And'll listen to your mother, we'll only be other.
    Perceived abhorrent, flimsy Knight 'errant.

    But afresh when you say, till nerves bend,
    promise we won't walk away, promise we'll defend.

    :)

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