All around public protests, parliament debates,
police lathi charge on those who demonstrate.
At many places police and protesters clashes,
intensive use of water showers and tear gases.
Occurred, next day of that chilled dark night:
when six devils come in a bus at their joyride.
The girl waiting for the transport, didn't know
in the city of Delhi lived, wolves and devils too.
she was lured by those six devils onto the bus.
thinking that bus would take home soon, her.
But they attempted rape which the girl opposed
she was trounced, knocked, beaten with iron rod
Her male friend comes out to fight those crooks
she too joins fight, devils lashed with rod though
both were beaten so badly, they fell down faint
Devils took intestine out when she's out of sense
Brutality not ended here; after sexual assaults,
thrown from moving bus, inserted in her iron rod.
Doctors removed her intestine in a bid to stop
the life threatening infections, that spreading of.
Doctors have no hope but she wants to live.
She would never eat a meal in life, if survived.
She had soon to take seven circuits of holy fire
but on thirtieth December placed on funeral pyre.
Though if stayed she had to live the lifeless life,
but struggled thirteen days to bring back her life.
Because, to defeat the devils she began a war,
calling everyone to join; the Martyr sacrificed her.
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