She was ripped
She was raped
She was throttled with dog chain
She cried in pain
She was sexually abused
But nobody rescued
She landed in coma
After this horrible trauma
She was neither dead nor alive
A normal life she was deprived
And the assaulter, where is he?
Oh! he served few years in prison and then walked free
That was 42 yrs ago my dear
Today after 42 yrs, we still live in fear
How much have we grown in terms of maturity
In terms of respect for women and their security
Nothing has changed
We still find men who are hungry and strange
Our girls bled then
Our girls still bleed
The cunning men even today force their claws
& We happily abide and follow our fantastic Indian laws!
Beautiful poem on hard reality....Your way to express this truth is picturesque.....
Such a sad story, but you give her the true honour and dignity she deserves. Very good point of letting the assaulter go free after a few years
It is painful to read the poem and the context of the poem... and so nice of you to pen down all this to convey all this to those who don't know this turmoil of that sufferer's life... really strong, Kavya!
Seven years Or forty two years which is inching In our Balance of Law!
Very powerful write Kavya.... How we all feel for that poor girl whose dreams were strangled at a young age and had to lead a vegetative existence for the last 42 years, never knowing the sun rising or setting behind her! Inspite of all the developments we claim to have achieved, there is hardly any change in men's attitude towards women..... Still we are in a barbarian society. 'Our girls bled then Our girls still bleed' .... You have rightly concluded!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fantastic yet a painful tribute to Aruna Shanbaug. Really that ward is responsible for bringing her into vegetative state. A Beautiful and timely presentation Kavya...
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